Quotes About Love

I realize that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

I pretended I was pausing before telling him about the secret feeling of joy I hide in my chest, waiting, waiting, waiting for someone to notice that I rise each morning, seemingly with nothing to live for, but I do rise, and it is only because of this secret joy, God's love, in my chest.

The subtitle of the book was Keeping Love and Intimacy Alive in Committed Relationships. I was working through it, word by word. So far I had done Keeping and was just starting on Love. I worried that by the time I got to Committed and Relationships, I would have forgotten Keeping. Not to mention Alive and all the other words.

In truth, I had not yet learned how to hate anyone but my parents. I was actually just standing there in love. I was not even really standing; if she had walked away suddenly, I would have fallen.

Era um ato de devoção. Um pouco como escrever ou amar alguém — nem sempre achamos que vale a pena, mas, de alguma forma, não desistir disso faz um sentido inesperado depois de um tempo.

What most people would do in my situation is go to their boyfriend's house. They would go there and cry and be handed tissues and cry some more and never stop to think that they should really be laughing and smiling joyfully because their boyfriend is an actual physical being on the same plane of reality as them.

C'était quelqu'un de complexe, avec de nombreuses strates d'émotions qui remontaient à la surface, certaines spirituelles, certaines torturées de manière plus séculière, et il brûlait d'amour pour moi.

When unrequited love is the most expensive thing on the menu, sometimes you settle for the daily special.

Everyone has a different beauty and different qualities and I think that women need to learn to love their qualities and be comfortable in the fact that everyone is different.

My family is awesome.

Marriage is gonna be your stability through everything.

I'm married to my best friend!

Falling in love is awesome, but I'm never drawn to happy songs per se, so whenever you sit down to write a heartbreak song and you're happily in love, it's like, 'OK, now I have to go back to a sad place to get something good.'

cu fiecare dragoste tr?ie?ti alt? realitate.

Povestea ta are temperatura corpului meu.

No pretendo explicar aquí por qué la amé, un asunto inexplicable como todo lo natural. Tampoco quiero siquiera relatar aquí qué nos sucedió hace diez (¿tal vez once o doce?) días. Pienso tan solo en convocar a mi pasado, o tal vez en remodelar el pasado, o en inventarlo, o en hacer todo a la vez, pues me interesa tan solo tener un pasado, una serie de imágenes que sean o que sustituyan el caos en que me muevo ahora.

Por aquel entonces, las habitaciones eran grandes como naves y en su interior daban vueltas dos personas gigantes que, no se sabe por qué, se ocupaban de mí: mi madre y mi padre.

Porque los personajes no mueren jamás, viven siempre que su mundo es «leído». Aunque jamás consiga besar a su amada, el pastor pintado en una urna griega sabe al menos que la va a contemplar eternamente. Esta es mi apuesta y mi esperanza.

În faÈ›a ei, poeÈ›ii tac, iar dansatorul îÈ™i amuÈ›eÈ™te cu palma clopoÈ›eii tamburinei. Îndr?gostitul devine nebun, nebunul ajunge profet, iar profetul se-ndumnezeieÈ™te.

Cea mai minunat? femeie din lume este cea care te iube?te cu adev?rat ?i pe care o iube?ti cu adev?rat. Nimic altceva nu conteaz?.

Ce-nseamn? s? ai o femeie? C?ci ai avut cu adev?rat zeci de femei cu care ai f?cut dragoste, ÅŸi-n schimb simÅ£i c? niciodat? n-ai posedat mai deplin, mai extatic pe cineva decât pe puÅŸtoaica ce Å£i-a aruncat o privire într-un troleibuz aglomerat, ÅŸi pe care n-ai mai v?zut-o de-atunci niciodat?.

Iubim femeile pentru c? pentru ele se scriu trei sferturi din poezia ÅŸi proza lumii. Pentru c? sunt femei, pentru c? nu sunt b?rbaÅ£i, nici altceva. Pentru c? din ele-am ieÅŸit ÅŸi-n ele ne-ntoarcem, ÅŸi mintea noastr? se roteÅŸte ca o planet? greoaie, mereu ÅŸi mereu, numai în jurul lor.

amorul nostru nemuritor s-a dus dracului"...

V?d zilnic oameni care locuiesc în case minunate, în acele case vechi, de pe marginea bulevardelor sau din zonele t?cute ÅŸi aurii ale oraÅŸului, case adev?rate, calde, cu personalitate, pe care le poÅ£i iubi ca pe femeia vieÅ£ii tale. Cu ce le merit? ei?