Other-Love is writing’s first name.
Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.
Love is a punishment. We are punished for not having been strong enough to remain alone.
I am not sure that the discovery of love is necessarily more exquisite than the discovery of poetry.
Sometimes, love feels like a life or death situation. Losing true love is pretty much as bad as it gets, other than actually dying or losing good health. Most people know that. Most people can relate. It’s like the end of the world.
That love doesn’t come easily and that relationships are supposed to be a struggle. Everything else is so hard; hopefully love is the one thing that is actually fun.
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don’t know why.
Love is strange, sometimes it makes you crazy, it can burn or break you down.
If love is liking someone an awful lot, then I suppose I’m in love with several people.
Love is to understand, at last, the suffering of another.
Love is … the bite into bread again.
I now think, Love is rather deaf, than blind, For else it could not be, That she, Whom I adore so much, should so slight me, And cast my love behind.
Love is beautiful fear
A little weeping, a little wheedling, a little self-degradation, a little careful use of our advantages, and then some man will say .Come, be my wife! With good looks and youth marriage is easy to attain. There are men enough; but a woman who has sold herself, even for a ring and a new name, need hold her skirt aside for no creature in the street. They both earn their bread in one way. Marriage for love is the most beautiful external symbol of the union of souls; marriage without it is the least clean traffic that defiles the world.
Marriage for love is the most beautiful external symbol of the union of souls; marriage without it is the least clean traffic that defiles the world.
Love is a tyrant sparing none.
Self-love is the source of all our other loves.
The world doesn’t go around on love between men and women. Lovers get very little done. But friends do. When you are past middle life – and I hope you have the rich experience of love along the way – don’t think everything is all over. Don’t regret the vanished cocktail when the stuffed turkey is about to come in. Flip out your napkin and bite into it! Friends you can gather around you in the later years of life are worth the whole thing.
Be bold. Envision yourself living a life that you love. Believe, even if you can only muster your faith for just this moment, believe that the sort of life you wish to live is, at this very moment, just waiting for you to summon it up. And when you wish for it, you begin moving toward it, and it, in turn, begins moving toward you.
Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness.
Community is a sign that love is possible in a materialistic world where people so often either ignore or fight each other. It is a sign that we don’t need a lot of money to be happy–in fact, the opposite.
Love is to recognize that the other person is a person, is precious, is important and has value.
Each person with his or her history of being accepted or rejected, with his or her past history of inner pain and difficulties in relationships, is different. But in each one there is a yearning for communion and belonging, but at the same time a fear of it. Love is what we most want, yet it is what we fear the most.
We have to remind ourselves constantly that we are not saviours. We are simply a tiny sign, among thousands of others, that love is possible, that the world is not condemned to a struggle between oppressors and oppressed, that class and racial warfare is not inevitable.
Love is a very powerful emotion and when a break-up is unexpected, it’s very hard to get over.
For me, love is happiness and inspiration.
Love is a tyrant, resisted.
A positive goal to strive for when disciplining would be to raise children we not only love, but in whose company we love being.
I absolutely love being on stage. I live and breathe the stage, and nothing makes me happier, but to perform.
In family life, love is the oil that eases friction.
Love is the sum of all virtue, and love disposes us to good.
Love is no ingredient in a merely speculative faith, but it is the life and soul of a practical faith.
The lyrics just come out, and I don’t know where from. I’m an incredible failure in relationships. I think there’s a romantic ideal that I’m aspiring for. I don’t know. The lyrics are always about unsuccessful relationships. They’re not all about the love between a man and a woman. It’s about friendship and family. Deep down there’s a lot of talk about general existence.
Love is a great wrecker of peace of mind.