Quotes About Love

The more we open ourselves to love, the larger our capacity for love becomes.

God's love is God's attention.

I am like you, curious and small. Like you, I pause alertly and open my senses to try to read the air, the clouds, the sun's slant, the little movements of the animals, all in the hope I will learn the secret of whether I am loved."5

She begins, "What is the question we spend our entire lives asking?" and answers, "Our question is this: Are we loved? I don't mean by one another." She closes her sermon to the snakes with these words: "I am like you, curious and small. Like you, I pause alertly and open my senses to try to read the air, the clouds, the sun's slant, the little movements of the animals, all in the hope I will learn the secret of whether I am loved.

It is a kind of love, is it not? How the cup holds the tea, How the chair stands sturdily and foursquare, How the floor received the bottoms of shoes or toes.

It is what we love the most / can make us most afraid

When one person is missing the whole world seems empty.

It wasn't just a job; it was my life, my home, and my family, and the players were the second-deepest love of my life.

What's bothering you? Did you read that paragraph in Sports Illustrated? The one about life expectancy for people with Alzheimer's? Yes. I read it. What did you think? Look, I think it's a guess, and a bad one. It's an average. [Crying] What upsets you the most? I want to see my son grow up.

Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success. If you love what you do, you'll succeed.

It's not that you should never love someone so much it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled. It's not a weakness- It's your best strength-

Oh, my mom. She's one of my biggest fans.

Let us agree that we are marrying so we can go on quarreling in the greatest comfort and convenience. Oh, please, Althea, look at me. Do say yes.

I love you, Althea—you are so beautiful," murmured the young man into my ear. Well, I was willing enough. I looked up at him from under my eyelashes. "I love you too," I confessed. I averted my gaze and added privately, "You are so rich." Unfortunately, I apparently said this aloud, if just barely, and his hearing was sharper than one would expect, given his other attributes.

The best part of being married is that now when we walk down the street, people won't just see two guys and a kid, they'll have to see a FAMILY.

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

I thought of you with your hair silver as snow all through that cold, slow journey from Sirle. I felt you troubled deep within me, and there was no other place in the world I would rather have been than in the cold night riding to you. When you opened your gates to me, I was home.

All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.

I liked the premise of this material. I love the marriage relationship. They kind of keep each other honest, and they enjoy each other's sense of humor. Kind of a sexy but boring relationship.

Don't feel like a failure if you can't make a social butterfly out of the dog you rescued from a nightmarish beginning. Giving him a kind, loving home and helping him to relax enough to nap in your lap are achievements in their own right. If you can manage them, you deserve much more than a blue ribbon and a silver chalice. However

The more you love your dog, the more you need to understand human behavior.

The main thing to remember is that making love is at once the silliest and the most sacred act humans can perform.

Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he asked. "Enough to accept my apologies?" I suggested in a small voice. "Heck no," he said, and pushed off from the wall, stalking forward. When he reached me, he put his hands up and touched the sides of my neck with the tips of his fingers--as if I were something fragile. "No apologies from you," he told me, his voice soft enough to melt my knees and most of my other parts.

I woke in the morning to the sound of Adam's stomach growling under my ear. "Sorry," he said. "Too many changes and not enough food." I patted his hard belly and kissed it. "Poor thing," I told it. "Doesn't Adam treat you right? No worries, I'll go feed you." My head bounced when Adam laughed.