Quotes on Love

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

We can do little things for God; I turn the cake that is frying on the pan for love of him, and that done, if there is nothing else to call me, I prostrate myself in worship before him, who has given me grace to work; afterwards I rise happier than a king.

It is at a fair that man can be drunk forever on liquor, love, or fights; at a fair that your front pocket can be picked by a trotting horse looking for sugar, and your hind pocket by a thief looking for his fortune.

The nurse is temporarily the consciousness of the unconscious, the love of life of the suicidal, the leg of the amputee, the eyes of the newly blind, a means of locomotion for the newborn , knowledge and confidence for the young mother, a voice for those too weak to speak, and so on.

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.

Nobody is worth crying for, and those that are worth it will not make you cry.

There is nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.

Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

Love knows how to form itself. God will do his work if we do ours. Our job is to prepare ourselves for love. When we do, love finds us every time.

She gathers my half of the blankets around her and curls up against the wall. She will sleep for hours more, dreaming endless landscapes and novas of colour both gorgeous and frightening. If I stayed she would wake up and describe them to me. All the mad plot twists and surrealist imagery, so vivid to her while so meaningless to me. There was a time when I treasured listening to her, when I found the commotion in her soul bitter-sweet and lovely, but I can no longer bear it.

The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down.

Providing - that's not love. Being there - that's more important. I mean, we see that. We see that with all these rich socialites. They're crying out for attention; they're hurting for love. I'm not being judgmental - I'm just making an observation. They're crying out for the love that maybe they didn't get at home, and they got everything.

Enlightenment is the key to everything, and it is the key to intimacy, because it is the goal of true authenticity.

Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, or worn. It is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace & gratitude.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.

Keep smiling, because life is a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.

The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.