Quotes About Love

To witness two lovers is a spectacle for the gods.

Friendship is a prodigal, but love is a miser.

Love is the bread of life: you have to make it everyday if you want it fresh.

Love is a beggar who stills begs when one has given him everything

Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

It is every woman's dream to be some man's dream woman.

Love - the feeling - is a fruit of love, the verb

Love is not a feeling. Love is an action, an activity. . .Genuine love implies commitment and the exercise of wisdom. . . . love as the will to extend oneself for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth.....true love is an act of will that often transcends ephemeral feelings of love or cathexis, it is correct to say, 'Love is as love does'.

Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, thats all. You cant see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesnt.

Sex without love is mating, love without sex is philosophy.

Those that have loved longest love best.

One day You will take my heart completely and make it more fiery than a dragon. Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.

When the road gets dark - And you can no longer see - Just let my love throw a spark - And have a little faith in me.

Beauty doesnt decide who we love, love decides who we find beautiful.

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

For a man the whole world is his love. For a woman love is her whole world.

And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I'm really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It's nonverbal: I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain turns off and your heart turns on.

The only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses.

No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have your own way.

Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become a woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality...I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

We fit together so well...it's like pieces of a puzzle, the way your hand fits the curve of my hip and the way my head rests on your shoulder, the way our hands just melt into one, and the way I feel complete when I'm with you...like the picture's finally completed and I'll never have to wonder what I'm missing.

At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, Everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense.