The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough is love.
Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.
There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved: It is God’s finger on man’s shoulder.
Friends can help each other. A true friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself – and especially to feel. Or, not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at the moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
Love is always bestowed as a gift – freely, willingly and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.
Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes… just be an illusion.
There’s no bad consequence to loving fully, with all your heart. You always gain by giving love.
To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.
I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That’s a gift that you have received from God. Don’t waste it.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time.
Don’t threaten me with love, baby. Let’s just go walking in the rain.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.
A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.
He who loves with purity considers not the gift of the lover, but the love of the giver.
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
‘Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you’ll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away.
Every time Eleanor pulled away from Park, she felt the gasping loss of him.
When you were in love, you were capable of learning everything and of knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love was the key to understanding all of the mysteries.
I miss everything about you
Can’t believe that I still want you
And after all the things we’ve been through
Was it necessary to tell me that you wanted nothing in the world but me?’
The corners of his mouth drooped peevishly.
Oh, my dear, it’s rather hard to take quite literally the things a man says when he’s in love with you.’
Didn’t you mean them?’
At the moment.
May your love for me be
like
the scent of the evening sea
drifting in
through a quiet window
so i do not have to run
or chase or fall
… to feel you
all i have to do
is
breathe.
You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
What are you wishing for?’ Grace interrupted. ‘To kiss you,’ I said to her.
In this world, whenever there is light, there are also shadows. As long as the concept of winners exist, there must also be losers. The selfish desire of wanting to maintain peace causes wars and hatred is born to protect love.
Love is blind, they say–but isn’t it more that love makes us see too much? Isn’t it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?
So much of what is best in us is bound up in our love of family, that it remains the measure of our stability because it measures our sense of loyalty.
Some people feel love in their hearts, Julie. Some of us feel it all way into our souls. We’re the ones who can’t forget.
Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive
But to be young was very heaven.
Women want to be loved like roses. They spend hours perfecting their eyebrows and toes and inventing irresistible curls that fall by accident down the back of their necks from otherwise austere hair-dos. They want their lover to remember the way they held a glass. They want to haunt.
I look at you, and I think about you, and … I don’t know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.