Quotes About Love

When I was younger, my family would go camping and fishing on our ranches. My dad loves being around all kinds of animals. He's the one who got me to be a really big animal lover.

The best accessory a girl can have is her best friend.

I took my cue from Mom and stuck to that story. I was happy to cast her and Dad as vigilant, fully present parents. That's who they wanted to be. That's who they are: the parents who would go to the ends of the earth for their children. Only in my case, they went to the wrong end.

The day comes when love means something beyond a reflection of ourselves, when there is more behind than ahead and the house of mind is haunted in every chamber with old songs, old ghosts, old hopes.

Part of what we are is whom we've loved.

Love and hell are alike in that respect; they are what you bring to them. The script is yours; only the props are furnished.

Lovers have a language that can be lost--how to speak, how to touch, when to try.

The people who help us grow toward true self offer unconditional love, neither judging us to be deficient nor trying to force us to change but accepting us exactly as we are. And yet this unconditional love does not lead us to rest on our laurels. Instead, it surrounds us with a charged force field that makes us want to grow from the inside out — a force field that is safe enough to take the risks and endure the failures that growth requires.

If we lived close to nature in an agricultural society, the seasons as metaphor and fact would continually frame our lives. But the master metaphor of our era does not come from agriculture - it comes from manufacturing. We do not believe that we 'grow' our lives - we believe that we 'make' them. Just listen to how we use the word in everyday speech: we make time, make friends, make meaning, make money, make a living, make love.

The deeper our faith, the more doubt we must endure; the deeper our hope, the more prone we are to despair; the deeper our love, the more pain its loss will bring: these are a few of the paradoxes we must hold as human beings.

To grow in love and service, you must value ignorance as much as knowledge and failure as much as success.

Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime; therefore, we must be saved by hope. Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore, we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore we are saved by love.14

I believe in democracy—in its indisputable achievements and its unfulfilled promise. I believe in American political institutions—in the genius inherent in their design and in the undeniable good they have done when put to their best use. I believe in the power of the human heart—in its capacity for truth and justice, love and forgiveness.

This book is for teachers who have good days and bad and whose bad days bring the suffering that comes only from something one loves... when you love your work that much, and many teachers do, the only way to get out of trouble is to go deeper in.

My core religious beliefs include this simple article of faith: the God who gave all of us life wants us to do the same for each other.

Sex was the first dove.

Make no mistake about it: emotional intimacy in marriage is one of the single most important wellsprings of happiness a couple can ever find.

Love has triumphed over marriage but now it is destroying it from inside

To happiness in the strict sense, we may prefer pleasure, as a brief moment of ecstasy stolen in the course of things, gaiety, the lighthearted drunkenness that accompanies life's development, and especially joy, which presupposes surprise and elation. For nothing can compete with the irruption in our lives of an event or a being that ravages and ravishes us. There is always too much to desire, to discover, to love. And we leave the stage having hardly tasted the feast.

In the eighteenth century, historians tell us, 'valentinage,' from which Valentine's Day was derived, allowed wives in northern France to make love, on a few days each year and with the knowledge of their husbands, with a 'valentine' of their choosing.

C'est étrange, se disait-il, que l'on aime les gens, qu'ils disparaissent, et que l'on continue à les aimer, mais dans sa tête, pour soi, sans le leur dire. Comme si le fait de ne plus être en contact n'enlevait rien à leur présence.

Os homens desesperados vivem em cantos. Todos os homens que amam vivem em cantos. Todos os leitores de livros vivem em cantos.

Ces marques de vieillesse le rapprochaient d'elle ou de son état. Son cœur battait à rompre par la joie qu'il éprouvait et ses mains tremblaient.

Aimer aux yeux des enfants c'est veiller. Veiller le sommeil, apaiser les craintes, consoler les pleurs, soigner les maladies, caresser la peau, la laver, l'essuyer, l'habiller.