Quotes About Love

His eyes begged: 'Could you love me?' Well, I could – but I had a lot of things on hand and it really would have to wait.

As a bachelor, what can I say? The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid. They are four things which I know not.

Aveva perso il controllo. Non si controlla un innamoramento, mi disse, non è possibile. E la divertiva che fosse potuto accadere in questo modo, con quest'uomo. Un paziente. Un paziente che lavorava nell'orto. Stella, le dissi, non potevi fare una scelta più scriteriata. La verità, mi rispose, è che non ho scelto affatto.

Houses, I have come to believe, like love, like nature herself, should not reassure, should not attempt to soothe, or give comfort, but should, rather, excite .

these are precisely the conditions that killed love, after first blighting its growth: squalor, fear, uncertainty, overfamiliarity.

For despite his confidence, and his apparent maturity, I suspected that there was in him a deep and childish need to elevate, and idealize, the love object. This is not uncommon in artists. The very nature of their work, the long periods of isolation followed by public self-display, and the associated risk of rejection all conspire to create unnaturally intense relationships with their sexual partners. Then, when disillusion occurs, as of course it must, the sense of betrayal is profound...

Quand on aime vraiment quelqu'un, il faut accepter sa part de mystère... et c'est pour ça qu'on l'aime...

H?n anh t?ng hi v?ng già ?i cùng cô ?y?

No. She told me she was going to marry him, to get French nationality . . . She was obsessed with getting a nationality...

She was a pretty girl with an arid heart. Her fiancé had given her a chow-chow, but she didn't take care of it and left it with various people, as she would later do with me. The chow-chow killed itself by leaping from a window. The dog appears in two or three photos, and I have to admit that he touches me deeply and that I feel a great kinship with him.

Khi th?c s? yêu m?t ng??i, thì ta c?n ph?i ch?p nh?n cái ph?n bí ?n c?a ng??i ?y... Và chính vì th? mà ta yêu ng??i ?y... Ph?i không h?, Roland?

How long did they stay there in that room, on the narrow bed? She had a scar on her shoulder, in the shape of a star, that Louis couldn't help but run his lips over. A souvenir of a fall from a horse. It got dark. They could hear the clattering of hooves, a whinny, and the high-pitched voice of the marquis giving orders at more and more distant intervals, like a motif on a flute, clear and desolate, returning again and again.

I recognized one of the qualities I most admired in my wife: the beautiful big handwriting of the illiterate that she was. Darling,

Je m'appelle Rebecca et je vous aime. Je ne sus que répondre. — Voilà, m'expliqua-t-elle, ils vont vous tuer. Il faut que vous partiez dès ce soir. Je m'en occupe. Je suis officier de l'armée israélienne, et je n'ai pas de compte à rendre au commandant du camp. [...] Je vous aime, je vous aime. Je vous ferai appeler dans mon bureau ce soir à huit heures. Rompez!

Yvonne se estaba acercando a nuestra mesa con un fular de muselina verde alrededor del cuello. Me sonreía y no apartaba la vista de mí. Algo se me dilataba del lado izquierdo del pecho y decidí que aquel día era el más hermoso de mi vida.

There's nothing to understand. When we really love someone, we've got to accept their role in the mystery. And that's why we love them.

A heart filled with faith, hope, and love leads to a righteous, obedient life.

It's not that you should never love something so much that 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.

Conor held tightly onto his mother. And by doing so, he could finally let her go.

Not everyone has to be the Chosen One. Not everyone has to be the guy who saves the world. Most people just have to live their lives the best they can, doing things that are great for them , having great friends, trying to make their lives better, loving people properly. All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyway.

Being a leader is making the people you love hate you a little more each day.

So we forgive each other?" The crooked smile climbs up one more time. "Again?" And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say. "Always," I say to him. "Every time.

We share out craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love.

Viola?" he says. And I turn to look at him - And when I do, I can hear everything he's thinking. Everything. Clearer than before, clearer than seems possible - And I'm not even sure I'm supposed to, but I look him in the eyes and I see it - In the middle of everything he's feeling - Even after we fought - Even after I doubted him - Even after I hurt him - I see how much he loves me.