Quotes About Love

Wenn er hundert Jahre alt ist, kann der einzelne auf Liebe und Freundschaft verzichten. Leiden und ungewollter Tod bedeuten für ihn keine Drohung. Er übt sich in einer Kunst, der Philosophie, der Mathematik oder spielt gegen sich selber Schach. Wenn er will bringt er sich um. als Herr seines Lebens ist der Mensch auch Herr seines Todes. Handelt es sich um ein Zitat? fragte ich. Gewiß doch. Uns bleiben nur noch Zitate. Die Sprache ist ein System von Zitaten.

Jam në Buenos Aires. Shpresoj t'ju shoh sonte, shpresoj t'ju shoh nesër. E di që ne do t'jemi të lumtur bashkë (të lumtur dhe ndonjëherë memecë dhe madhështisht budallenj).

Vivió en la soledad, sin una mujer, sin amigos; todo lo amó y lo poseyó, pero desde lejos, como del otro lado de un cristal; murió, y su tenue imagen se perdió, como el agua en el agua

Comprendió con cierta amargura que su hijo estaba listo para nacer —y tal vez impaciente. Esa noche lo besó por primera vez

No estoy seguro de que yo exista, en realidad. Soy todos los autores que he leído, toda la gente que he conocido, todas las mujeres que he amado. Todas las ciudades que he visitado, todos mis antepasados...».

There is no poet who is the total voice of love, hate, despair. That is, the great verses of humanity have still not been written. This imperfections should raise our hopes.

No nos une el amor sino el espanto; Será por eso que la quiero tanto.

I wish I understood my country. I can only love it.

Y de pronto llegará alguien que baile contigo, aunque no le guste bailar y lo haga porque es contigo y nada más.

Hay quien busca el amor de una mujer para olvidarse de ella, para no pensar más en ella.

El más pródigo amor le fue otorgado El amor que no espera ser amado (Hem viel de rijkelijkste liefde toe, De liefde die geen wederliefde hoeft.)

For love unsatisfied the world is a mystery, a mystery which satisfied love appears to understand.

Dios nos había creado, pero no podía crear el amor. Si quería que existiera el amor fuera de Él, tenía que crear seres libres. Si quería que existieran seres libres, tenía que dotarles de inteligencia y voluntad. El amor debía ser nuestra respuesta. Dios no quería esclavos.

Even the unhappy lover is happier than the nonlover, with whom the lover would never change places. In the fact of loving he has already partaken of something beloved.

The common element in all the special forms of contemplation is the loving, yearning, affirming bent toward that happiness which is the same as God Himself, and which is the aim and purpose of all that happens in the world.

No, the contrary of acedia is not the spirit of work in the sense of the work of every day, of earning one's living; it is man's happy and cheerful affirmation of his own being, his acquiescence in the world and in God—which is to say love. Love that certainly brings a particular freshness and readiness to work along with it, but that no one with the least experience could conceivably confuse with the tense activity of the fanatical "worker".

for where the religions spirit is not tolerated, where there is no room for poetry and art, where love and death are robbed of all significant effect and reduced to the level of a banality, philosophy will never prosper.

Only when love is directed toward the infinite divine appeasement which courses through all reality from the ultimate ground of reality; and when the beloved object shows itself to the soul's gaze in a wholly immediate, effortless, utterly tranquil (yet inwardly troubled) self-revelation, even though for no longer than the duration of a lightning flash - only then do we have contemplation in the full meaning of the word.

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition, but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.

Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.

Would not the characters of her many novels be the search, if not the expression, of her many selves? Add the thousands of letters sent, as if cast upon the sea in so many bottles, in the search for understanding, for love... (...)

Tout ce que je sais, c'est qu'il n'existe pas de héros dans ce monde. Pas vraiment. Rien que des hommes et des femmes devenus vieux et fatigués qui n'ont plus la force de lutter pour ce qu'ils aiment.

Your grandfather was a hero in a war, girls. He wasn't a bad man or a weak man. Maybe he was too old to have a second family, a second wife and your mother and me, so many years after he lost his first. Maybe he was too old to fight anymore, and that's why he let me be taken away. I've thought about this for years and years. All I know is there are no heroes in this world. Not really. Just men and women who become old and tired and lose the strength to fight for what they love any longer.

Plain and simply, a love lyric is one's soul set in motion. If it's good, it may do the same to you.