Quotes About Love

It feels so good to be loved," Murphy said. "How would ye know?" said Paddy. "I hear things and have a good imagination," he said.

I've heard that the way to someone's heart is through their stomach. It's not the only way, although you do have to make sure to go to your right and toward the head. And it does save the trouble of having to crack open the rib cage.

My plan was ill conceived, against convention, and, above all, silly. I loved it the moment I thought of it.

Love is in the air." "Is that what that smell is?" "Yep," said Paddy.

Marriage is not something to be entered into lightly, but with your whole heart and soul. If done right, it should be forever. And

True love is hard work. Only the lust comes easy. The point is, you do it together. The

I was the black sheep. I never knew love until I lost it. The last few centuries I've had a lot of time to think, and my conclusion is that others' opinions may be part of why I turned out how I did.

Love is bitter sweet never to be perfect but just what the body, heart, and mind aches for...and the lips oooh~ to die another day just to kiss the love it miss. My heaven, my hell, my pain, my love…my life! Killing me slowly….oooh~ so sweet and slowly with your kiss. To have loved than have never loved at all I would rather die so forever slowly.

For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind" (2 Timothy 1:7).

If I made a list of the people I admire, Mom would probably fill up half of it. She could do anything and everything.

Sometimes, the only soul that can mend a broken heart is the one that broke it. For they are the ones holding all the pieces.

What will happen to us?" I asked. "There will always be us," he answered.

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

For life is the best thing we have in this existence. And if we should desire to believe in something, it should be a beacon within. This beacon being the sun, sea, and sky, our children, our work, our companions and, most simply put, the embodiment of love.

We wanted, it seemed, what we already had, a lover and a friend to create with, side by side. To be loyal, yet be free.

In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth. For nothing is more precious than the life force and may the love of that force guide you as you go.

Nothing can be truly replicated. Not a love, not a jewel, not a single line.

How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they're gone?

I knew one day I would stop and he would keep on going, but until then nothing could tear us apart.

Smile for me, Patti, as I am smiling for you.

We needed time to figure out what all of this meant, how we were going to come to terms and redefine what our love was called. I learned from him that often contradiction is the clearest way to truth.

The transformation of the heart is a wondrous thing, no matter how you land there.

You have misplaced joy, he said without hesitation. Without joy, we are as dead. —How do I find it again? —Find those who have it and bathe in their perfection.

What do we do with those that can be accessed and dismissed by a channel changer, that we love no less than a nineteenth-century poet or an admired stranger or a character from the pen of Emily Brontë? What do we do when one of them commingles with our own sense of self, only to be transferred into a finite space within an on-demand portal?