Quotes About Love

Marguerite Porete

O Soul touched of God, dissevered from sin, in the first estate of grace, ascend by divine grace into the seventh estate of grace, where the soul hath her fullhead of perfection by divine fruition in life of peace. And among you, actives and contemplatives, that to this life may come, hear now some crumbs[1] of the clean love, of the noble love, and of the high love of the free souls, and how the Holy Ghost hath his sail in his ship.

For all dead loves and all remembered things. I have travelled through many seas.

For me, a plain Middle Westerner, there is no middle way. I am in love with whatever is eccentric, devious, strange, singular, unique, out of this world—and with life as an incalculable, a chaotic thing.

Of all our games, love's play is the only one which threatens to unsettle the soul...

I am not sure that the discovery of love is necessarily more exquisite than the discovery of poetry.

The technique of a great seducer requires a facility and an indifference in passing from one object of affection to another which I could never have; however that may be, my loves have left me more often than I have left them, for I have never been able to understand how one could have enough of any beloved. The desire to count up exactly the riches which each new love brings us, and to see it change, and perhaps watch it grow old, accords ill with multiplicity of conquests.

Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.

El amor es un castigo. Somos castigados por no haber podido quedarnos solos.

That mysterious play which extends from love of a body to a love of an entire person has seemed to me noble enough to consecrate to it one part of my life.

Nailed to the beloved body like a slave to a cross, I have learned some secrets of life which are now dimmed in my memory by the operation of the same law which ordains that the convalescent, once cured, ceases to understand the mysterious truths laid bare by illness, and that the prisoner, set free, forgets his torture, or the conqueror, his triumph passed, forgets his glory.

I will bring you a whole person and you will bring me a whole person and we will have us twice as much of love and everything.

If There Be Sorrow If there be sorrow let it be for things undone undreamed unrealized unattained to these add one: Love withheld ... restrained

Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way," Jareth says, a bit bitterly. "It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all.

I don't know," she said. "I'm not sure you would like me in real life. I'm a lot different there, you know. I don't even look the same." " I don't care if you look like a troll with warts," Sir Leo declared, taking her hand in his. "I love you.

Once bitten, totally smitten.

When our stoicism interferes with our humanity, we risk developing a wooden emotional life and an equally wooden personality. In contrast, the realization that our ability to work through pain makes us stronger than all of our efforts to exorcise it may in the long run alleviate its burden. It may enable us to take up our destiny as creatures whose very vulnerability renders us capable of inspired and truly awe-inspiring love.

Love is a slippery, unruly thing, and trying to control it robs us of its delicious unpredictability.

Elle approchait et sa plume légère au chapeau d'ombre, se penchait sur moi m'effleurant la joue. (extrait de « La Dame au petit chien », p.161, revu par Alain Bosquet)

Love is so much better when you are not married.

I {} you more than [[[{{{}}}]]].

No one needs to see us for us to exist. No one needs to love us for us to exist. The sky is filled with light. The world is full of wonders.

Making someone fall out of love, particularly when it is the kind of love that is meant to be, is much harder than murder.

Maybe love is just that, and only that. The choice you make. And so, you choose to love. You choose to give it all up, to surrender your scared self and live in this mystery. Jik