Quotes on Love

When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.

Let's trade in all our judging for appreciating. Let's lay down our righteousness and just be together.

You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

Borges said there are only four stories to tell: a love story between two people, a love story between three people, the struggle for power and the voyage. All of us writers rewrite these same stories ad infinitum.

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

The consciousness in you and the consciousness in me, apparently two, really one, seek unity and that is love.

When I was a boy of 14, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be 21, I was astonished at how much the old man had learned in seven years.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.

I love to do the things the censors won't pass.

Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn't what romantic songs tell us it is - love simply is.

That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

May I share with you a formula that in my judgment will help you and help me to journey well through mortality... First, fill your mind with truth; second, fill your life with service; and third, fill your heart with love.

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected--in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.

All the things that truly matter, beauty, love, creativity, joy and inner peace arise from beyond the mind.

Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.

Yet human experience and the practice of communication have shown throughout the ages that definitions are an illusion, like having a speech defect and trying to say love but unable to get the word out, or, better, having a tongue in one's head but unable to feel love.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

there are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

She wasn't ready to settle down, she told her friends. That was one way of putting it. Another was would have been that she had not found anyone to settle down with. There had been several men in her life, but they hadn't been convincing. They'd been somewhat like her table - quickly acquired, brightened up a little, but temporary. The time for that kind of thing was running out, however. She was tired of renting.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.