Quotes About Love

Most people in the world are Christ lovers. And then there are Christ haters. But all of them are fixated on Christ, and he perpetuates for ever.

I know I'm not a perfect person but I can make a good relationship last forever.....

Amavo il tuo sorriso, ma ho preferito il mio.

Love is rare,love is strange,nothing lasts and people change.

I think I hate it here because there is no love here anymore. I regret the effort I desperately made here.

I mariti non sono mai amanti così meravigliosi come quando stanno tradendo la moglie.

I didn't mind being a goof if only he loved me. I felt when we were together that I walked in the gutter and he on the sidewalk. All I did was keep looking up to see if there was love in his eyes

The one thing a person wants most in life is usually something basic that money can't buy.

I think to love bravely is the best and accept—as much as one can bear

I guess I have always been deeply terrified to really be someone's wife since I know from life one cannot love another, ever, really.

The way you feel about somebody who was dead was different from how you feel about somebody who was alive. You could always love somebody who was dead, and you never had to worry about how that person felt about you. That person wasn't going to get mad at you if you didn't look for her box over the weekend. But a living person was going to get mad if you didn't show up.

I always felt awkward and unfinished, unworthy of love, suspicious of affection offered. My mother's absence became a great presence in my life.

I believe that love--not imitation--is the sincerest form of flattery. Your imitator thinks that you can be duplicated; your lover knows you can't.

At some level of consciousness, all lovers know this. If you cease to care for the person you love, you will give up a vital piece of your identity. You will become someone else. You will look back on your past love with tenderness or anger or some other combination of feelings, but you will not be able to recapture the same emotions you once felt.

true love cannot extend its claims to spouses.

Unlike their southern counterparts, northern minstrels emphasized a love of longing rather than fulfillment.

Like her spiritual ancestor William IX of Aquitaine, the Comtesse de Die made no pretense that love existed without voluptuous intimacy.

Sometimes I have loved the peacefulness of an ordinary Sunday. It is like standing in a newly planted garden after a warm rain. You can feel the silent and invisible life.

There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality. It makes no sense at all because it is the eternal breaking in on the temporal. So how could it subordinate itself to cause or consequence?

It seems to me people tend to forget that we are to love our enemies, not to satisfy some standard of righteousness but because God their Father loves them.

Grace has a grand laughter in it.

A man can know his father, or his son, and there might still be nothing between them but loyalty and love and mutual incomprehension.

Înainte, m? gândeam aproape tot timpul la so?ia mea. Acum, cu cât trec zilele, so?ia se întunec? parc? în minte ?i mama se lumineaz?. Ca la fântânile cu dou? g?le?i. Una se scoboar?, alta se înal??. Acum nu se înal?? decât mama.

Cum am s?rutat prima fat? -asta a fost demult-, n-am sim?it decât un gust de carne. Un gust de mân?. Parc? s?rutasem o mân? în plus. Abia dup? vreo dou? zile m-a apucat o fericire. A?a din senin.