Quotes About Love

The precept, "Love thy neighbor as thyself," breeds in us most often the disposition to see one's neighbor merely as a poor imitation of oneself, and to hate him if he proves different.

I see, indeed I know, that in some sense God is love, and God is wisdom, and God is creative action, yes and God is beauty; but what God actually is, whether the maker of all things, or the fragrance of all things, or just a dream in our own hearts, I have not the art to know. Neither have you, I believe; nor any man, nor any spirit of our humble stature.

How could I describe our relationship even to myself without either disparaging it or insulting it with the tawdry decoration of sentimentality? For this our delicate balance of dependence and independence, this coolly critical, shrewdly ridiculing, but loving mutual contact, was surely a microcosm of true community, was after all in its simple style an actual and living example of that high goal which the world seeks.

For suddenly it was clear to me that virtue in the creator is not the same as virtue in the creature. For the creator, if he should love his creature, would be loving only a part of himself; but the creature, praising the creator, praises an infinity beyond himself. I saw that the virtue of the creature was to love and to worship, but the virtue of the creator was to create, and to be the infinite, the unrealizable and incomprehensible goal of worshipping creatures.

Happiness has a simple recipe. Cherish your dearest, welcome your nearest, admire the simplest, honor the littlest, ignore the meaningless.

Mitch True love is hard to find, sometimes you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...

It can be because in each man's life there are only a few women who can turn him inside out, who can cripple him with a smile. These are weaknesses, but they're also a sign of humanity. Without these flaws, a man doesn't really live.

Her hands stretch across the table and squeeze the fingers of my left hand. "I've got my bestest lover here, and we're talking about things that no longer exist for me. It's like discussing dreams we've had.

Everything is darkened by the shadow of your love for your child." I

been waiting all my life to meet you? Well, it applies to children. First as babies, but particularly once they've gotten old enough to have well-defined characters. It's completely true—you realize that you really have been waiting all your life to meet this person. There's nothing to compare to it.

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way.

what doesn't begin with love and death and end in loneliness?

She Was Just A Sketch a thin girl under a thick sky so thin, each rib stood for something something to which this great tenderness, a mere irrational love toward certain flowers and trees, could attach —Olena Kalytiak Davis, from "Welcome to Lascaux," And Her Soul Out of Nothing (University of Wisconsin Press, 1997)

I thought: please don't grow familiar. I think I said it out loud: Please don't let me love you that horrible way. The

III. I take my love to Manita. Swift-boned, green- eyed, dressed in her dark skin and hair, I take my Love in on fire. Manita moans. Manita's hands flow delicate as insects, agile as fish, cool as the shifting water, the night- quiet lake. I take my Love to her hand on fire. She takes my love.

Then I was lucky I met with my future husband, and I started new life with my husband, and I was happy again. He was a musician. I start to travel with him through Europe also and around the former Soviet Union.

Sometimes I can't sleep because I miss you all so much. And sometimes I don't think about you at all.

There's a couple—she is nestled up into his chest, eyes closed, like she's trying to top off an interrupted night's sleep.

I pass billboards that announce in black and white, in English, 'Jesus loves even you'. I feel uplifted by the unexpected encouragement; I'm only slightly alarmed by the 'even'. (page 336)

You can't love a man till you've had a baby with him.

Beauty is God's wine, with which He recompenses the souls that love...

At least I knew all about falling in love. It was the falling out that I couldn't manage.

The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other downThe swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While secret laughter titter'd round the placeThe bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks reproveThese were thy charms, sweet village sports like these,With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to pleaseThese were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,These were thy charms -- but all these charms are fled.

When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can sooth her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom—is to die.