Quotes About Love

You're my safe harbor in an endless stormy sea. You're my shady willow on a sunny day. You're sweet music in a distant room. You're unexpected cake on a rainy day. You're my bright penny on the roadside, you are worth more than the moon on the long night walk. You are sweet wine in my mouth, a song in my throat and laughter in my heart.

But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare and pure and perfect.

Could you help me catch the moon?" "I might be able to give you some advice," the old man said reluctantly. "But first you should think this over, boy. When you love something, you have to make sure it loves you back, or you'll bring about no end of trouble chasing it.

There is a great deal of difference between a penis and a heart.

Si encuentras a una persona así, alguien a quien puedas abrazar y con la que puedas cerrar los ojos a todo lo demás, puedes considerarte muy afortunado. Aunque solo dure un minuto, o un día.

unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.

Love is blind, and a deaf-mute too.

Daisies, simple and sweet. Daisies are the way to win my heart.

I trouped, traveled, loved, lost, trusted and was betrayed.

Mis padres bailaron juntos; mi madre con la cabeza apoyada en el pecho de mi padre. Ambos tenían los ojos cerrados y parecían perfectamente satisfechos. Si encuentras a una persona así, alguien a quien puedas abrazar y con la que puedas cerrar los ojos a todo lo demás, puedes considerarte muy afortunado. Aunque solo dure un minuto, o un día. Después de tantos años, esa imagen de mis padres meciéndose suavemente al son de la música es, para mí, la imagen del amor.

We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it.

I spoke it soft, but close enough to brush against her lips. I spoke it quiet, but near enough so that the sound of it went twining through her hair. I spoke it hard and firm and dark and sweet.

It's easy to forget when you're around." She stopped walking for a moment and I had to stop too, as she'd linked her arm in mine. "That's not right. I mean to say that when you're around, it's easy to forget." "Forget what?" "Everything," she said, and for a moment her voice wasn't quite as playful. "All the bad parts in my life. Who I am. It's nice to be able to take a vacation from myself every once in a while. You help with that. You're my safe harbor in an endless, stormy sea.

Viajé, amé, perdí, confié y me traicionaron...

But he was coming. He would be here soon, all sweet and brave and shattered and kind. He would come carrying and clever-fingered and oh so unaware of oh so many things. He was rough against the world, but even so...

Just a little. Just the first faint breath of love... It wasn't dramatic, like some bolt of lightning with a crack of thunder following. It was more like when flint strikes steel and the spark fades almost too fast for you to see. But still, you know it's there, down where you can't see, kindling.

One wife, you're happy, two and you're tired, three and they'll hate each other, four and they'll hate you.

Simmon pushed his hair out of his eyes, laughing boyishly. "You can't argue your way out of this one! She's obviously stupid for you. And you're just plain stupid, so it's a great match.

Absence feeds affection.

Each woman is like an instrument, waiting to be learned, loved, and finely played, to have at last her own true music made. Some might take offense at this way of seeing things, not understanding how a trouper views his music. They might think I degrade women. They might consider me callous, or boorish, or crude. But those people do not understand love, or music, or me.

The sweet smile of a young woman. There is nothing better in the world. It is worth more than salt. Something in us sickens and dies without it. I am sure of this. Such a simple thing. How strange. How wonderful and strange.

I love her more than just a little. I think it's because we're both somewhat broken, in our own odd ways. More importantly, we're both aware of it.

It was too full of love. Nothing could shift it. Nothing could turn it from itself. When all the world was palimpsest, it was a perfect palindrome. Inviolate.

La música es una amante orgullosa y temperamental. Si le dedicas el tiempo y la atención que se merece, es toda tuya. Pero si la desairas, llegará un día en que la llamarás y ella no contestará.