Quotes About Love

This is the nature of love." Vashet said. "To attempt to describe it will drive a woman mad. This is what keeps poets scribbling endlessly away. If one could pin it to paper all complete, the others would lay down their pens. But it cannot be done.

Yo la conozco desde hace más tiempo», decía mi sonrisa. «Sí, tú has estado entre sus brazos, has probado el sabor de su boca, has sentido su calor, y eso es algo que yo nunca he tenido. Pero hay una parte de ella que es solo para mí. Tú no puedes tocarla, por mucho que te esfuerces. Y cuando te deje, yo seguiré estando aquí, haciéndola reír. Y mi luz brillará en ella. Yo seguiré estando aquí mucho después de que ella haya olvidado tu nombre.»

Kvothe continued, smiling himself "I see you laugh. Very well, for simplicity's sake, let us assume I am the center of creation. In doing this, let us pass over innumerable boring stories: the rise and fall of empires, sagas of heroism, ballads of tragic love. Let us hurry forward to the only tale of any real importance." His smile broadened. "Mine.

She kicked, but there was little to be gained from that, burdened as she was with the heavy lump of sharp, hard love she held so tightly to her chest. Was it the answers that it held that gave it so much weight?

Eres mi puerto seguro en un mar infinito y tempestuoso.

As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man's will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself.

The cost of a loaf is a simple thing, and so a loaf is often sought, but some things are past valuing: laughter, land, and love are never bought.

No piensas en mí como yo en ti. No me importa. Pero si también tienes frío, podrías acercarte y rodearme con los brazos. Solo un poco. Con un nudo en la garganta, me acerqué, me senté a su lado y la abracé. —Qué bien —dijo ella, más relajada—. Es como si hasta ahora siempre hubiera tenido frío." El Nombre Del Viento.

If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day.

Una vez, uno de los maestros de la Universidad me dijo que había siete palabras que hacían que una mujer te amara. Estaba preguntándome cuáles serían esas siete palabras. -¿Por eso hablas y hablas sin parar? ¿Confías en dar con ellas por casualidad?

Love is such a thing. You have knowledge of what it is, but it defies careful explication." "Love is a subtle concept," I admitted. "It's elusive, like justice, but it can be defined.

Un hombre no debe ponerle nunca la mano encima a una mujer, salvo por amor.

Te mentiría. Vale la pena mentir por ti. Pero no te mentiría. También vale la pena decir la verdad por ti.

Very well, for simplicity's sake, let us assume I am the center of creation. In doing this, let us pass over innumerable boring stories: the rise and fall of empires, sagas of heroism, ballads of tragic love. Let us hurry forward to the only tale of any real importance." His smile broadened. "Mine.

We lay on our sides, like spoons nesting in a drawer. My arm ended up under her head, like a pillow. She curled snugly along the inside of my body, so easy and natural, as if she had been designed to fit there. - Kvothe - The Name Of The Wind - pg 629

But only a fool claims there is no such thing as love. When you see two young ones taring at each other with dewy eyes, there it is. So thick you can spread it on your brread and eat it. When you see a mother with her child, you see love. When you feel it roil in your belly, you know what it is. Even if you cannot give voice to it in words.

Too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game.

Deoch, mi corazón es más duro que el cristal. Cuando ella lo golpee, comprobará que es fuerte como el latón al hierro, o como una mezcla de oro y adamante. No creas que no soy consciente, que soy como un ciervo asustado que se queda paralizado al oír las cornetas de los cazadores. Es ella quien debería andarse con cuidado, porque cuando lo golpee, mi corazón producirá un sonido tan hermoso y tan claro que la hará venir hacia mí volando.

El amor es ciego, y sordomudo.

Should I expect her to always love me best, and most, and only?

If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky.

I hope they sang together, as they so often did. I hope they retired to our wagon and spent time in each other's arms. I hope they lay near each other afterward and spoke softly of small things. I hope they were together, busy with loving each other, until the end came.

It's she who should take care, for when she strikes, my heart will make a sound so beautiful and bright that it can't help but bring her back to me in winged flight.

Pero creo que no me amaba, porque me atrapó con una sonrisa adorable y luego desapareció sin decir palabra. Como el rocío bajo la débil luz del amanecer. -Como un sueño al despertar -añadió Denna con una sonrisa. -Como una doncella feérica deslizándose entre los árboles.