Quotes About Love

I feel the capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance.

the love of ones country is a slended thing but why should love stop at the border.

Love for one's country is great but why should that love stop at that border?

Come up with me, American love.Kiss these secret stones with me.The torrential silver of the Urubambamakes the pollen fly to its golden cup.The hollow of the bindweed's maze,the petrified plant, the inflexible garland,soar above the silence of these mountain coffers.

I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido.

Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido. (Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.)

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land

I want To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us

You are like nobody since I love you.

To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.

my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.

In this part of the story I am the one who dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.

Only do not forget, if I wake up crying it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands....

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way