Quotes About Love

I can see into his soul, and it is beautiful.

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We accept without question that we–human beings– are the center of the universe. Talk about hubris. But when a woman says, 'I love you', that won't go through our skulls.

Beside me, Philippe and Meg hold hands. He murmurs something that sounds like, "my dear leetle mongoose." I wish he'd turn back into a frog and hop away.

Sometimes you wonder when your handsome prince is going to show up and rescue you.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes and the stars though his soul" - Victor Hugo

That's what true love should be like–the person should be part of your soul...

When I'm with you, I don't feel ugly at all.

Maybe you actually do need to face obstacles with someone to know that they're the one you'd sacrifice for.

Así es como debería ser el amor verdadero, la persona amada debería ser parte de tu alma y deberías saber lo que sienten todo el tiempo.

Todo el mundo necesita belleza en su vida.

wondered, could someone love you if you didn't tell him the whole truth?

But I'm thinking that sounds about right. All my life, Mom's been trying to impress some guy—first my dad, then other guys. She even flirts with guys I bring home. It's like love is a competitive sport for her and she needs to win to feel good.

Part of loving someone is wanting the best for them, even if the best for them isn't being with you.

A rose can change your life.

You've got me hypnotized. I'm certainly mesmerized. I thought I was wise; Till I gazed in your beautiful eyes.

When you develop an infatuation for someone you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn't need to be a good reason. Taking photographs of the night sky, for example. Now, in the long run, that's just the kind of dumb, irritating habit that would cause you to split up. But in the haze of infatuation, it's just what you've been searching for all these years.

Vietnam, me love you long time. All day, all night, me love you long time. (...) Dropping acid on the Mekong Delta, smoking grass through a rifle barrel, flying on a helicopter with opera blasting out of loudspeakers, tracer-fire and paddy-field scenery, the smell of napalm in the morning. Long time.

But love and pain are two sides of the same coin. You can't have one without the other. Sometimes that's how we know we're alive.

There's just so much to live for.

My grandmother's life had been one long opera. There had been drama, heroes, villains, improbable twists, all that. But most of all there had been love, great big waves of it, crashing ceaselessly against the rocks of life, bearing us all back to grace.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal; love leaves a memory no one can steal.

The women would not be looking at him like this if he were carrying lilies, reflects Jean-Paul. Flowers have there own silent vocabulary. There are blooms for love, for friendship, for sorrow, and for joy. He inspect the roses he is carrying. Long-stemmed and elegant, they have been grown, selected, arranged, and purchased for a single, unambiguous purpose: to seduce.

To bare our souls is all we ask, to give all we have to life and the beings surrounding us. Here the nature spirits are intense and we appreciate them, make offerings to them - these nature spirits who call us here - sealing our fate with each other, celebrating our love.