Quotes About Love

Men shrink less from offending one who inspires love than one who inspires fear.

it is much safer to be feared than loved because ...love is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails.

At the core of all societies, I will show, is the social suite: (1) The capacity to have and recognize individual identity (2) Love for partners and offspring (3) Friendship (4) Social networks (5) Cooperation (6) Preference for one's own group (that is, "in-group bias") (7) Mild hierarchy (that is, relative egalitarianism) (8) Social learning and teaching

Most human virtues, I would argue, are social virtues. To the extent that we care about love, justice, or kindness, we care about how people enact these virtues with respect to other people. No one is interested in whether you love yourself, whether you are just to yourself, or whether you are kind to yourself. People care about whether you show these qualities to others. And so friendship lays the foundation for morality.

Just as with swimming or riding a bike, you can't really learn how to fall in love from reading a book not even this one. Sure you can read about the different swimming strokes or the parts of a bicycle; you can learn the theory and physics behind the sport. But to get to the heart of the matter you've got to leap in and learn by doing.

Falling for someone romantically is more complex. Many of the old classic languages refer to three different types of love or affection. Roughly translated, they include general, brotherly and sexual love. When all three are present, a relationship is indeed rich.

Hope is a lover's staff,

The airplane was a complicated system encompassing many components, but to a skilled pilot it still had the intimate quality of a hand tool. The love that lays the swale in rows is also the love that parts the clouds for the stick-and-rudder man.

where we are free of our labors and joined back to nature… and all watched over by machines of loving grace. That

What wanton liars love makes of us.

Maybe that's nature's way. Making people you once loved less lovable, so that it won't be so hard when they go.

Car si elle n'avait jamais agi ainsi consciemment, elle se rendait bien compte qu'une femme pouvait confondre amour et pitié, et s'attacher à un homme dans l'espoir de le sauver. Ou qu'elle pouvait y voir comme un défi, persuadée qu'elle et elle seule pourrait le secourir, le protéger et le rendre heureux.

The power of human habit never failed to astonish her. How was it that two intelligent, decent people who basically loved each other could get so locked into a pattern of behavior that neither of them - or so she presumed - enjoyed? It was as if each knew the role he or she was expected to take and had no choice but to play it

Given angel's wings, where might you fly? In what sweet heaven might you find your love? Unwilling to be bound, where might you move, Lost between the wonder and the why?...

Angels are quite ample cause to cry...

el favor de la diosa para que su matrimonio sea fecundo.

I've got a really great family round me, two sisters and an older brother and my mum and dad. Everybody's equal.

It was a marvellous morning, clear as a mirror, warm as the promise of love, bright as heaven.

But I'll let you in on a secret, Nonius: it is important for women to break hearts. You men can destroy in so many ways. But for us—for those lucky enough to make men fall in love with us—it is how we make our mark on the world. It is proof we were ever here, the pain we leave behind. And the more worthy the lovers we break, the better." "Shall I take that as a warning?" "Only if you intend to fall in love.

Little deeds of kindness, little words of love Help to make the earth happy, like the heaven above. JULIA CARNEY, 1823—1908

After dinner, I become afraid despite myself. I know I should be joyous, for this reunion is the proof that love can still be outs, but I know the bell has tolled this evening. The sun has long since set and the thief is about to come, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. So I stare at her and wait and live a lifetime in these last remaining moments.

I kept seeing Yolanda on the parquet, two men pinning her to the ground, her eyes loaded with hatred and madness combing her hair. I was stormed by her image and my heart could not bear it. We know so little about people. But about the people we love, we know even less.

What they say here is true. Love is eternal for as long as it lasts.

I have their letters in front of me, three from Priscilla and one from Winnie. Together, they dramatise the proverb: 'When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.