Quotes on What Is Love

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.

What is love?” “I don’t know.” “Love is the name given to the bond Kemal feels with Füsun whenever they travel along highways or sidewalks; visit houses, gardens, or rooms; or whenever he watches her sitting in tea gardens and restaurants, and at dinner tables.” “Hmmm … that’s a lovely answer,~ But isn’t love what you feel when you can’t see me?” “Under those circumstances, it becomes a terrible obsession, an illness.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.

What is love but a second-hand emotion?

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.

Great grief prays with great earnestness. Prayer is not a collection of balanced phrases; it is the pouring out of the soul. What is love if it be not fiery? What are prayers if the heart be not ablaze? They are the battles of the soul. In them men wrestle with principalities and powers... _x000D_ ”The prayer that prevails is not the work of lips and fingertips. It is the cry of a broken heart and the travail of a stricken soul.

And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

Love is what you've been through with somebody.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.

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

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

One word _x000D_ _x000D_ Frees us of all the weight and pain of life:_x000D_ _x000D_ That word is love.

What is love except another name for the use of positive reinforcement? Or vice versa.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.