Quotes About Love

We have this idea that love is supposed to last forever. But love isn't like that. It's a free-flowing energy that comes and goes when it pleases. Sometimes, it stays for life; other times it stays for a second, a day, a month or a year. So don't fear love when it comes simply because it makes you vulnerable. But don't be surprised when it leaves either. Just be glad you had the opportunity to experience it.

Most people seem to believe that if a relationship doesn't last until death, it's a failure. But the only relationship that's truly a failure is one that lasts longe than it should. The success of a relationship should be measured by it's depth, not by it's lenght.

In fact, every woman I met seemed disposable and replaceable. I was experiencing seducer's paradox: The better a seducer I became, the less I loved women. Success was no longer defined by getting laid or finding a girlfriend, but by how well I performed.

They say that love is blind, but it's trauma that's blind. Love sees what is.

We don't serve God to gain His acceptance; we are accepted, so we serve God. We don't follow Him to be loved; we are loved, so we follow Him. It is not what we do that determines who we are; it is who we are that determines what we do.

GOD'S LOVE FOR YOU IS THE GREAT ETERNAL CONSTANT IN THE MIDST OF ALL THE INCONSISTENCIES OF YOUR DAILY WALK.

I love it when people yell at me about the environment and then I tell 'em I'm burning 90% cleaner than them.

Shelter me from the powder and the finger Cover me with the thought that pulled the trigger Think of me as one you'd never figured Would fade away so young With so much left undone Remember me to my love, I know I'll miss her.

I have a friend I've never seen He hides his head inside a dream Someone should call him and see if he can come out. Try to lose the down that he's found. But only love can break your heart Try to be sure right from the start Yes only love can break your heart What if your world should fall apart?

You might notice I refer to my son Ben as Ben Young all the time. Larry (Johnson) always called his son Ben Johnson. I liked the pride with which he would say "Ben Johnson." It is a lingering memory of his great spirit.

Only love can break your heart.

Welfare mothers make better lovers

Marriage was very simple. You married a person you liked, and did just as you liked, exactly as before; and the person adored you, and even if he lost his temper sometimes over a beefsteak, or a missing shirt, he was still the most charming person in the world.

If the well-being of my loved place depends on the well-being of Earth, I have a good reason for supporting the well-being of your loved place. I have selfish as well as cosmopolitan reasons for preserving the home-places of all human beings. Cosmopolitanism becomes thicker and more potent with this realization.

Because most of us recognize that we will fight to protect our children, we cannot be absolute pacifists.

Amina couldn't imagine what it would be like not to remember your own mother; there had been no one to tell him, through looks and touch and angry scoldings, that he was the most precious person in the world to her.

When we hate each other, we hate with strong passion. It comes, I see, and it goes. I see also that, even in the worst of these situations, we have still chosen to be together, and always manage to find a way to bring it about. We have a stronger need to be together, even fighting and hating, than we have to be at peace, apart.

He is my soul mate. There are such things, and he is mine. There are bonds stronger than death or marriage vows, and we are bound in such a way.

Had I no limbs to walk to him, I would crawl.

A man should kiss his wife's navel every day.

Love was supposed to be like that, wasn't it? A sort of joyful, barely contained madness…

I think being a mother is the cruelest thing in the world.

And yet she hadn't the air of a woman whose life had been touched by uncertainty or suffering. Pain, fear, and grief were things that left their mark on people. Even love, that exquisite torturing emotion, left its subtle traces on the countenance.

Well, what of it? If sex isn't a joke, what is it