Quotes About Love

No, she can weather his disappointments if she has to, that isn't the problem, she can put up with anything as long as she feels he is solidly with her, but that is precisely what she doesn't feel anymore, and even if he seems content to glide along with her out of old habits, the reflex of old affections, she is becoming ever more certain, no, certain is probably too strong a word for it, she is becoming ever more willing to entertain the idea that he has stopped loving her.

But if these unavoidable separations cause you a measure of pain, they also increase your longing for her, and perhaps that isn't a bad thing, you decide, for you spend your days in the thrall of breathless anticipation, agitated and alert, counting the hours until you can see her and hold her again. Intense. That is the word you use to describe yourself now. You are intense. Your feelings are intense. Your life has become increasingly intense.

times i think u were the most cherished trophy i had, but sometimes i think i was the game that you played.

love was not a quantifiable substance. There was always more of it somewhere, and even after one love had been lost, it was by no means impossible to find another.

You can't hate something so violently unless a part of you also loves it.

Such were the contradictions of manhood, Ferguson discovered. Your heart could be broken, but your gonads kept telling you to forget about your heart.

One must die lovable (if one can). You are moved by this sentence, especially by the words in parentheses, which demonstrate a rare sensitivity of spirit, you feel, a hard-won understanding of how difficult it is to be lovable, especially for someone who is old, who is sinking into decrepitude and must be cared for by others. If one can. There is probably no greater human achievement than to be lovable at the end,

You understood that there was no better thing in the world than to be kissed in the way she was kissing you, that this was without argument the single most important justification for being alive.

She seemed perfect to you, and even during her first attack of vertigo, which you happened to witness when you were six (the two of you climbing up the inner staircase of the Statue of Liberty), you were not alarmed, because she was a good and conscientious mother, and she managed to hide her fear from you by turning the descent into a game: sitting on the stairs together and going down one step at a time, asses on the rungs, laughing all the way to the bottom.

But fierce as my attraction was, I also knew that it was more than just a physical attraction [...], more than just a momentenry surge of animal desire. I understood that she wasn't a terribly articulate person and nothing she said that afternoon was particularly brilliant or memorable. And yet there I was in a state of maximum torment - burning and longing and pining, a man trapped in the spines of love.

Your wife tolerates your weaknesses and does not rant or scold, and if she worries, it is only because she wants you to live forever. You count the reasons why you have held her close to you for so many years, and surely this is one of them, one of the bright stars in the vast constellation of enduring love.

Si, l'amavo in tutta l'ampiezza consentita dalla legge (la legge della mia natura) [...].

His mother's name was Rose, and when he was big enough to tie his shoes and stop wetting the bed, he was going to marry her.

La memoria è una gran benedizione, Peter. E' la cosa più bella dopo la morte.

Amar las palabras, tener interés en lo que se escribe, creer en el poder de los libros, esto supera a todo lo demás, y a su lado la vida de uno se queda muy pequeña.

I know you don't love me but that doesn't mean I'm the wrong girl for you.

Henry je Mr. Bonesu dokazao da se ljubav ne može mjeriti. Ona uvijek negdje postoji, pa i kad je se izgubi mogu?e je prona?i novu.

Children are a consolation for everthing - except having children.

Si me dijeran que tengo que estar mirándote las veinticuatro horas del día durante el resto de mi vida, no pondría objeción alguna.

You know now how deeply unhappy your mother was, and you also know that in his own fumbling way your father loved her, that is, to the extent he was capable of loving anyone, but they made a botch of it, and to be a part of that disaster when you were a boy no doubt drove you inward, turning you into a man who has spent the better part of his life sitting alone in a room.

We were all growing old, and the only thing we could count on anymore was each other. (...) They were the people I loved, and it was their souls I carried around inside me.

We don't want to know when we will die or when the people we love will betray us....we're hungry to know the dead before they were dead, to acquaint ourselves with the dead as living beings.

A white linen tablecloth edged with pink roses -- Mama's favorite pattern -- flowed like a bride's train from sidewalk to curb to gutter. Papa stared at black boot marks crossing it like sins.

Dead or not, he must taste my Sarah's ashes.