Quotes About Love

So she sees if she can drive him off. The MacCarrolls have that little perverse streak in them. She'd rather break her own heart than have it broken. There's an Irish logic to it.

although she doesn't know it yet here's Love and Death in the same breath

Margaret Gore knew what love was.

The nobleman fell to his knees. 'Sir, come down to my son ere he die.' His old face. His love for his son. None of us spoke, the old man kneeling so. I watched your eyes. The pity that pooled, this love of the father. 'Go thy way; thy son lives,' you said. And he raised his face to you, and we could see that he believed.

at that moment I understood that this in miniature was the world, a connective of human feeling, for the most part by far pulsing with the dream of the betterment of the other, and in this was an invisible current that, despite faults and breakdowns, was all the time being restored and switched back on and was running not because of past or future times but because, all times since beginning and to the end, the signal was still on, still pulsing, and still trying to love.

You knew, you knew the Commandments, had learned them out of the missal-thin pages of the green Catechism, where, in a genius move of utter simplicity God had set the high bar for Christianity by saying Love your neighbor like yourself, and you read that and looked over at your neighbor, Patrick Plunkett picking his nose and pressing the pickings on the underside of your desk, and by virtue of nothing more than carnal reality that bar got that much higher.

his belief in what the poet called the holiness of the heart's affections

Imparavamo la meravigliosa verità che essere adorati rende adorabili

You can't go encouraging the Vincent Cunninghams of the world because the truth is boys can fall deeper in love than girls, they're a lot bigger and heavier and they can fall much further and harder and when they hit the ground of reality there's just this terrible splosh that some other woman is going to have to come along and try to put back into the bottle.

like all male lovers he had quickly built a rose-coloured version that matched his own hope:

Compelling and poetic, Four Letters of Love spirits the reader away to a magical, mist-clad coastline, inhabited by a passionate people, and unfurls like some epic poem which has been handed down in song, generation to generation. Half fable, half tragic realism, its musical rhythm is unforgettable

There are only three great puzzles in the world, the puzzle of love, the puzzle of death, and, between each of these and part of both of them, the puzzle of God. God is the greatest puzzle of all.

Neighbours, as Jesus knew, can be a not insignificant challenge to anyone's Christianity.

the truth is boys can fall deeper in love than girls, they're a lot bigger and heavier and they can fall much further and harder and when they hit the ground of reality there's just this terrible splosh that some other woman is going to have to come long and try to put back into the bottle.

So you think you should just be able to kill yourself and no one should care?... You don't think that your actions are gonna affect other people - the people who love you?

The only thing that ever really gives us any genuine satisfaction is caring for other people. It doesn't matter how popular we are or anything. The only thing that actually makes life more fulfilling is our love for others... And the results speak for themselves.

Nic, the only thing that ever really gives us any genuine satisfaction is caring for other people. It doesn't matter how popular we are or anything. The only thing that actually makes life more fulfilling is our love for others.

If I had to ask him to ask me, it wasn't going to work as an expression of concern. Like when you ask someone if they love you - if you have to ask them, they don't. Or not enough. Not the way you want them to.

Depression is a grim and blinding curse: you can't see outside it. You can't see hope, or love, or how spring will follow winter.

We desire and love and hate and quarrel and deceive and weep – and in a short while we're gone and our lives leave no trace, and all those tears and all that laughter might never have happened.

To want to die rather than be dependent and helpless; to try to kill the person you love the most because their future seems mere torment: what does this say about our culture?

How do you ever get over the love of a child? How do you get beyond it?

Men are driven by two principal impulses, either by love or by fear.

Questo ti volevo dire. Ho rotto il nostro patto ma forse é stato meglio così. Ora basta però, non ti voglio rattristare. Mia madre mi ha detto che sei bellissima e io lo sapevo. Quando eravamo piccoli ero sicuro che saresti diventata miss Italia. P.s. Preparati, che quando passo da Bologna ti prendo e ti porto via.