Quotes About Love

My father used to sing to me in my mother's womb. I think I can name about any tune in two beats.

Women and men should not marry, for love is like the seasons—it comes and goes.

I just want to show the fans my big smile and play the game that I love.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

If I didn't have children, I think my life would be a failure.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?

To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures who people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches. To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing--I'm sorry, I would rather not go on.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.

I challenge anyone to understand Islam, its spirit, and not to love it. It is a beautiful religion of brotherhood and devotion.

Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.

I know that each one of us travels to love alone, alone to faith and to death. I know it. I've tried it. It doesn't help. Let me come with you.

Creo en la poesía, en el amor y en la muerte, por eso precisamente creo en la inmortalidad.

There's no more painful love than the love you feel when you're in a railroad station and you exchange glances with someone whose train is headed in the other direction.

Sunset, springtime, the blue of the sea, the stars in the sky, all the things that entrance us exert their magic only in the orbit if woman.

The man who let the love of his life pass him by will end up alone with his regrets and all the sighs in the world won't soothe his soul.

Existence has taught me that a man can live on love and fresh water, on crumbs and promises, but he can never survive insults. And insults are all I've known since I came into the world. Every morning. Every evening. That's all I've seen for my whole life.

Was I happy after that? I think so. I experienced moments of pleasure, moments of unforgettable joy; I loved again and dreamed again like a wide-eyed boy. And yet I always felt there was something missing, something that left me somehow crippled, in short that I only every hovered on the fringes of happiness.

prends femme, Younes. seul l'amour est capable de nous venger des coups bas de la vie. et souvient toi, si une femme t'aimait aucune étoile ne se mettrait hors de ta porté, aucune divinité ne t'arrivera à la cheville

prends femme, Younes. seul l'amour est capable de nous venger des coups bas de la vie. et souvient toi, si une femme t'aimait aucune étoile ne se mettrait hors de ta portée, aucune divinité ne t'arriverait à la cheville

If a woman loves you, Younes, if she truly loves you, and if you have the wisdom to appreciate this great privilege, then there is no god to touch you.

Une mère, c'est une présence que ni l'érosion du temps ni les défaillances de la mémoire ne peuvent altérer.

Si tu pars du principe que ton pire ennemi est celui-là, même qui tente semer la haine dans ton coeur, tu auras connu la moitié du bonheur.

Idiota! Pareces haber olvidado las enseñanzas que llevo años impartiéndote: el único amor importante es el que se siente por uno mismo. Nadie en el mundo se merece quedarse con parte de él.