Quotes on Ifs

It's like if you plant something in the concrete and if it grow and the rose petal got all kinds of scratches and marks, you ain't gonna say, 'Damn, look at all the scratches and marks on the rose that grew from the concrete.' You're gonna be like, 'Damn, a rose grew from the concrete?'

If you really understand the meaning of be-bop, you understand the meaning of freedom.

I should be sorry if I only entertained them. I wish to make them better.

If you would be wealthy, think of saving as well as getting.

Let the sun stop burning, _x000D_ _x000D_ Let them tell me love's not worth going through. _x000D_ _x000D_ If it all falls apart, _x000D_ _x000D_ I will know deep in my heart, _x000D_ _x000D_ The only dream that mattered had come true _x000D_ _x000D_ ...In this life I was loved by you.

Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?_x000D_ _x000D_ Trust thou thy love: if she be mute, is she not pure?_x000D_ _x000D_ Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet-_x000D_ _x000D_ Fail, Sun and Breath!-yet, for thy peace, she shall endure.

He that's in love, i' faith, even if he is hungry, isn't hungry at all.

If you die, I will lie down beside you and I will stay there until the end, without eating or drinking, you will rot in my arms and I will love you as carcass: for you love nothing if you do not love everything.

We will not go to Heaven,Goetz, and even if we both entered it, we would not have eyes to see each other, nor hands to touch each other. Up there, God gets all the attention.... We can only love on this earth and against God.

Hatred which is completely vanquished by love passes into love: and love is thereupon greater than if hatred had not preceded it.

Follow the voice of your heart, even if it leads you off the path of timid souls. Do not become hard and embittered, even if life tortures you at times. There is only one thing that counts: to live one's life well and happily.

Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call,_x000D_ _x000D_ And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

If one loves, one need not have an ideology of love.

The only thing that really matters is that there be an action of goodness, love and intelligence in living. Is goodness individual or collective, is love personal or impersonal, is intelligence yours, mine or somebody else? If it is yours or mine then it is not intelligence, or love, or goodness. If goodness is an affair of the individual or of the collective, according to one's particular preference or decision, then it is no longer goodness.

We ought, all of us, to realize each other in this intense, pathetic, and important way. If you say that this is absurd, and that we cannot be in love with everyone at once, I merely point out to you that, as a matter of fact, certain persons do exist with an enormous capacity for friendship and for taking delight in other people's lives; and that such persons know more of truth than if their hearts were not so big.

The spirit of a production-centered, commodity-greedy society is such that only the non-conformist can defend himself sufficiently against it. Those who are seriously concerned with love as the only rational answer to the problem of human existence must, then, arrive at the conclusion that important and radical changes in our social structure are necessary, if love is to become a social and not a highly individualistic, marginal phenomenon.

Can we only love_x000D_ _x000D_ Something created in our own imaginations?_x000D_ _x000D_ Are we all in fact unloving and unloveable?_x000D_ _x000D_ Then one is alone, and if one is alone_x000D_ _x000D_ Then lover and beloved are equally unreal_x000D_ _x000D_ And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams.

If you are penitent, you love. And if you love you are of God. All things are atoned for, all things are saved by love. If I, a sinner even as you are, am tender with you and have pity on you, how much more will God have pity upon you. Love is such a priceless treasure that you can redeem the whole world by it, and cleanse not only your own sins but the sins of others.

The lover is moved by the beloved object as the senses are by sensual objects; and they unite and become one and the same thing. The work is the first thing born of this union; if the thing loved is base the lover becomes base.

If we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls.