Quotes About Love

I offer Emily half of my hit of acid- Love Saves the Day. It's my second or third time tripping, Emily's first, and she's understandably trepid. Awake all night, at one point I find her touching her reflection in a cruelly lit dorm bathroom, asking if she'll ever be the same. I kiss her then for the first time and whisper, No.

He said, "A new commandment I give you, that you love one another, even as I have loved you." And how had he loved them? Not by feeling emotional! But He washed their feet anyway, because love does not do what it feels, it does what is needed.

You don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone; you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone.

Love, not hate, is the burden we carry. But that fact makes it no lighter.

the prizing of the body, not as a minute to possess, in the rush of time, but as a being to love, in the light of eternity. Was this not the awful fate that lovers did not know they embraced when they cried For ever and ever?

What was really happening was that Brian's whole approach to romance was becoming more and more personalized, more honest in a distinctly autobiographical way.

I think an artist will have to know that the reward is in the giving. That's where it's at: it's called "unconditional love".

And then you come back all around … People are what I need, I need to make music for people instead of saying, "Fuck people!" I used to say that, but not anymore. You love the people. You give to people. You create music for people to hear, so that they can say, "Hey, yeah, that's real

OK, let's just get really, really mellow and peaceful. Let's make music that's just as intense as the electric stuff but which comes from a completely different, more loving place.

The only two things that matter to me, the only motivation points for me writing all these songs,' opines Costello with a perverse leer, 'are revenge and guilt. Those are the only emotions I know about, that I know I can feel. Love? I dunno what it means, really, and it doesn't exist in my songs.

The Pharisee isn't loving his neighbor as God's law requires—instead, he looks down on his neighbors, so he can feel good about himself. He doesn't love God with all his heart, soul, mind and strength, as the law says: he's using God for his own ego-grooming. He's like a terrible date: "Nice to meet you. Now let me talk about myself for an hour.

Meat is a big deal in my life. I do love breakfast food, but I don't think that's extraordinary. I'm a normal American. We love eggs and meat and potatoes and gravy.

Love is what is left in a relationship after all the selfishness is taken out.

What was it like to be in love – and then to have that love taken away? Was it like losing a TARDIS? Was it like losing a friend?

True love isn't a fleeting thing; contrarily, it is a current of water that replenishes effortlessly, as its inherent, underlying duty is to do just that. Like truth, love shall set you free.

I think a child may be the only thing that could give me true happiness.

I think about you all the time. I try to read, or brush my hair but all I think about is you. Sometimes I say your name over and over again, under my breath. No one can hear me, but I don't care. It just feels good to say it.

Her love was a glob of phlegm on life's high street.

There is no truth. Life is just a series of coincidences, accidents and random urges which we carefully forge – for our own, sick reasons – into a convenient design. Everything is arbitrary. Only art exists to make the arbitrary congeal. Not memory or God or love, even. Only art. The truth is simply an idea, a structure which we employ – in very small doses – to render life bearable. It's just a convenient mechanism.

Love wasn't a state change. Romance might be, and lust, and like, but they were just the preconditions. Love was the choice you made; day in, day out.

These people were utterly human. But what was human? Human was not just family dinners, human was also the Inquisitions of Philip, the extermination of the Mayans, the terrible Reconstruction of the Community. Human meant cruelty as well as love, human was protecting one's own at the expense of others. Human also meant having the capacity to change.

There are no commandments against love," he said.