I never lose sight of the fact that just being is fun.
Katharine HepburnRead
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.
Interpretation
True love is about giving selflessly without expecting anything in return.
This quote by Katharine Hepburn emphasizes that love is not about what one hopes to receive from the other person, but rather about the unconditional giving of oneself. It suggests that genuine love involves a total commitment to the well-being and happiness of the other, independent of personal gain or expectations.
In practice
In a wedding speech, expressing the idea that love means giving all of oneself to the partner.
I never lose sight of the fact that just being is fun.
I don't believe in marriage. It's bloody impractical. 'To love, honor, and obey.' If it weren't, you wouldn't have to sign a contract.
When Iβve been unsuccessful, Iβve been controlled. When Iβve been successful, Iβve been in control.
I'm an atheist, and that's it. I believe there's nothing we can know except that we should be kind to each other and do what we can for people.
What acting means is that you've got to get out of your own skin.
I've made forty-three pictures. Naturally I'm adorable in all of them.
Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.
Without you the instruments would die. One sits close beside you. Another takes a long kiss. The tambourine begs, Touch my skin so I can be myself. Let me feel you enter each limb bone by bone, that what died last night can be whole today. Why live some soberer way, and feel you ebbing out? I won't do it. Either give me enough wine or leave me alone, now that I know how it is to be with you in constant conversation.
I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it
Of the love or hatred God has for the English, I know nothing, but I do know that they will all be thrown out of France, except those who die there.
Erotic play discloses a nameless world which is revealed by the nocturnal language of lovers. Such language is not written down. It is whispered into the ear at night in a hoarse voice. At dawn it is forgotten.
A man would always wish to give a woman a better home than the one he takes her from; and he who can do it, where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest of mortals.
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