Quotes About Love

Trust, trust in the world, because this human being exists - that is the most inward achievement of the relation in education. Because this human being exists, meaninglessness, however hard pressed you are by it, cannot be the real truth. Because this human being exists, in the darkness the light lies hidden, in fear salvation, and in the callousness of one's fellow-men the great Love.

As long as love is "blind" - that is, as long as it does not see a whole being - it does not yet truly stand under the basic word of relation. Hatred remains blind by its very nature; one can hate only part of a being.

Marriage, for instance, will never be given new life except by that out of which true marriage always arises, the revealing by two people of the Thou to one another. Out of this a marriage is built up by the Thou that is neither of the I's. This is the metaphysical and metapsychical factor of love to which feelings of love are mere accompaniments.

Feelings are 'entertained'; love comes to pass. Feelings dwell in man; but man dwells in his love.

Feelings one "has"; love occurs. Feelings dwell in man, but man dwells in his love.

We cannot avoid using power, cannot escape the compulsion to afflict the world, so let us, cautious in diction and mighty in contradiction, love powerfully.

Feelings dwell in man; but man dwells in his love. That is no metaphor, but the actual truth. Love does not cling to the I in such a way as to have the Thou only for its " content," its object; but love is between I and Thou. The man who does not know this, with his very being know this, does not know love; even though he ascribes to it the feelings he lives through, experiences, enjoys, and expresses.

Love is responsibility of an I for a You: in this consists what cannot consist in any feeling - the equality of all lovers..

Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty–they merely move it from their faces into their hearts.

If we treated everyone we meet with the same affection we bestow upon our favorite cat, they, too, would purr.

It was like a Russian party, Arkady thought. People got drunk, recklessly confessed their love, spilled their festering dislike, had hysterics, marched out, were dragged back in and revived with brandy. It wasn't a French salon.

Well, love was no fading violet; love was a weed that flourished in the dark. Has anyone ever explained it?

How easily, without noticing, a man finds himself parallel to the life he meant to have, then arrives, years later, to find the band gone, flowers dead, love past.

Everyone is too young when their mother dies.

For Marc, books were objects of beauty, to be loved, not just read.

A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.

I've always loved Christmas and that's not really gone away from me from being a child to now. It's always a magical time and I'm unashamed in my love for Christmas.

That winter the son's need for his father's love was again disappointed. On November 10, three weeks before his twelfth birthday, he wrote to him, 'You never came to see me on Sunday when you were in Brighton.' This was the second time his father had been in Brighton but had not gone to see him.

God's interest in the human race is nowhere better evinced than in obstetrics.

There is no substitute for mother's milk.

my wife, Judith Johnson Smith, whose quiet courage inspires me; and our children, Alayne and Parker, who are, quite frankly, perfect.

Forgive your child and yourself nightly. You didn't ask to live with the effects of ADHD any more than did your child.

This is not a contest with your child. The winner is not the one with more points. The winner is the one whose child still loves them when they graduate from high school.

Symptoms of growth may look like breakdown or derangement; the more we are allowed by the love of others and by self-understanding to live through our derangement into the new arrangement, the luckier we are. It is unfortunate when our anxiety over what looks like personal confusion or dereliction blinds us to the forces of liberation at work.