Quotes About Love

Do we know what it is that dies in our dead, or even if anything dies? Whatever our religious faith may be, there is at any rate one place where they cannot die. That place is within ourselves; and, if this unhappy mother went beyond the truth, she was yet nearer to it than those despairing ones who nourish the mournful certainty that nothing survives of those whom they loved. She felt too keenly what we do not feel keenly enough.

El dolor es el alimento esencial del amor; cualquier amor que no se haya nutrido de un poco de dolor puro, muere

It is a paradox to not want to infringe upon the will of the loved being. To love is to accept undergoing the other's influence and also to exercise influence on the other.

Love cannot be given a name by the lover who lives it...If we are situated, then we are surrounded and cannot be transparent to ourselves, and thus our contact with ourselves must only be accomplished in ambiguity.

Love entails a beyond oneself, the very beyond of the false desire of possession...At the mystery: how one can be non-self with all of one's strength.

Love is clairvoyant; it addresses us precisely to what is able to tear us apart.

Love is a hollow in us, not the presence of the other.

Does not love consist precisely in the establishment of the mirror relation?...It would then be necessary to say that love is not an illusoon, but...actual alienation. The error lies in believing that it is only an error...The mystery: how one can be non-self with all of one's strength.

The trans-phenomenal reality of love would be, not that of a positive being who is without doubt, but that of...a lack...the other person as occupying the entire horizon of my life and not as a positive being. Love is the same thing as privation.

Love is not created by circumstances, or by decision; it consists in the way questions and answers are linked together--by means of an attraction, something more slips in, we discover not exactly what we were seekimg, but something else that is interesting.

Love is not created by circumstances, or by decision; it consists in the way questions and answers are linked together--by means of an attraction, something more slips in, we discover not exactly what we were seeking, but something else that is interesting

Institution of a work, like the institution of a love, intends a sense as open sense, which develops by means of proliferation, by curves, decentering and recenterimg, zigzag, ambiguous passage, with a sort of identity between the whole and the parts, the beginning and end. A sort of existential eternity by means of self-interpretation.

The complete man, the man who does not dream, who can die well because he has lived well, and who can love his life because he envisages his death is, like the myth of the Androgyne, the symbol of what we lack.

To love is to affirm more than one can know.

One does not love a person, one does not love a body, one loves a life established in a body.

As the thing, as the other, the true dawns through an emotional and almost carnal experience, where the "ideas"—the other's and our own—are rather traits of his physiognomy and of our own, are less understood than welcomed or spurned in love or hatred.

I became a set designer for opera. I'm a great opera buff, I love classical music, and I needed a time-out.

I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more.

And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.

I'll eat you up I love you so.

But the wild things cried, "Oh please don't go - we'll eat you up - we love you so!" And Max said, "No!" The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye.

But the wild things cried, "Oh please don't go- We'll eat you up- we love you so!

I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more...

His love shone as impartial as the sun.