Quotes on Love

There are wonders in true affection. It is a body of enigmas, mysteries, and riddles, wherein two so become one, as they both become two.

Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.

We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

Wars begin in the minds of men, and in those minds, love andcompassion would have built the defenses of peace.

Man is insatiable for power; he is infantile in his desires and, always discontented with what he has, loves only what he has not. People complain of the despotism of princes; they ought to complain of the despotism of man.

Of all the nonsense written about love, none is more absurd than the notion that ideal love is selfless. To love is to see myself in you and to wish to celebrate myself with you. What I love is the embodiment of my values in another person. Love is an act of self-assertion, self-expression and a celebration of being alive.

After the verb 'to Love', 'to Help' is the most beautiful verb in the world.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

All my work is much more peaceful than I am.

A friend in power is a friend lost.

I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they were keeping their courage up with a fable of the changeless and the permanent. Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the possibility of love dying.

Real love is figuring out how someone wants to be loved and loving them in that way.

Normal television limits what you can do. With science fiction, you can exercise your imagination more. I fell in love with it.

I think there's a level of ignorance, when, in the callowness of youth, you imagine that you are inventing the world for the first time. You imagine that your parents don't know what it feels like to fall in love.

O what a heaven is love! O what a hell!

We can talk frankly about our defects only to those who recognise our qualities.

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.

Having achieved and accomplished love... man... has become himself, his tale is told.

We are born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Everything in-between is a gift.

Hatred will always give birth to more and more hate, and love has the power to demolish the borders between us.