Quotes About Love

Days pass and years pass and you light the holy candle of yourself by the glimmer of someone else, and just when you think you're burned out on her, you realize that she's the single thing that raises you above yourself. And now she's dumped you flat and taken up with a lumberjack or that sensitive guy in town who runs the bookstore or the FedEx man who wears tight shorts in the summer. That guy? How could she?

There's an amazing release that comes when you drive coast to coast, when you plug one ocean into another in your mind. And the wake of your travel fills with a kind of awe and love for everyone and everything and every animal and every roadside diner you've seen between the two.

One gets the impression that when this house is full there's probably nothing here but love and a hell of a racket.

And my parents, whose end I can't imagine. And then, of course, me, the one trying to find a reason for living in the first place.

I feel something I can't quite put my finger on, something euphoric but deeply unsayable. Is it love or just not hate? Is it joy or just not sadness?

What if I forget her voice?' Sara said. 'You won't,' I said. 'You sound just like her.

In the months to come, we'll buy a house together and get married and have a son--all of it occurring so naturally that we won't even think of ourselves as having given up our freedom, but rather as having more of it.

Eu as prefera sa beau vin facut de omul care mi-l serveste, fiindca beau persoana insasi. Ma impregnez de fiinta ei, de iubirea ei.

He'd taught him how to listen to the earth, how to speak to the animals, how to love and look after your kind with ferocity.

Talk of you or me,' he told her, 'but never of 'us.

Marriage is the unsuccessful attempt to make something lasting out of an incident...

I wish it were as easy to stop hating as it was to start.

The real test of progress is how we love God and our neighbor. Everything else is fluff, and potentially dangerous fluff, at that. It gets in the eyes, so that we no longer see clearly as God sees

For is there any practice less selfish, any labor less alienated, any time less wasted, than preparing something delicious and nourishing for people you love?

Somehow along my path, I devised a second way of divining God's will for me, which I'm sure isn't original. When I'm not certain what God would have me do, I reframe the question to, "what would love do?" Intellectually, equating God and love seems fair, and it has never led me astray or failed to translate.

Falling in love is more than infatuation. It is the need to feel whole, to feel safe, to be healed, to join together with someone, heart and soul.

When you're in love, there's nothing that can embarrass or surprise you.

Falling in love is different for everyone.

I love my kids, and the moments I have with them, and it's kind of weird, it's such an age old cliche, but the way that my sons, the way they make me feel when I look at them, the way they say things, no one else would probably react to them, but it's a special thing for me.

Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck.

I think he would have been proud and smiling... when we laid him to rest because his family was together. I think that was a great gift to be able to give Dad at the end.

I had never said, 'dad, I love you.'

Sharing meals together forced us to figure out how to be the body of Christ reconciled across racial, ethnic, and class lines.

Jealousy is a terrible thing. I know all the psychological triggers. The fear of losing control, the fear of loss, the fear of abandonment, neglect and loneliness...But the most destructive thing about jealousy is that it kills what it values-the love you want to save won't survive the constraints of jealousy. There is no entitlement. Love is either equal or a tragedy.