Quotes
Quotes about Love
A system in which the two great commandments were, to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife.
People do not cooperate under the division of labor because they love or should love one another. They cooperate because this best serves their own interests. Neither love nor charity nor any other sympathetic sentiments but rightly understood selfishness is what originally impelled man to adjust himself to the requirements of society, to respect the rights and freedoms of his fellow men and to substitute peaceful collaboration for enmity and conflict.
The real cause of personal existence is not the favor of the Almighty, but the sexual love of one's earthly parents.
To love truth for truth's sake is the principal part of human perfection in this world, and the seed-plot of all other virtues.
I have steadily endeavored to keep my mind free so as to give up any hypothesis, however much beloved (and I cannot resist forming one on every subject), as soon as the facts are shown to be opposed to it.
Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love.
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,-- Nature's observatory--whence the dell, In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
A song of hate is a song of Hell; Some there be who sing it well. Let them sing it loud and long, We lift our hearts in a loftier song: We life our hearts to Heaven above, Singing the glory of her we love, England.
To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And though to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain, Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain! Though not for thee with classic shores to vie In charms that fix th' enthusiast's pensive eye; Yet hast thou scenes of beauty richly fraught With all that wakes the glow of lofty thought.
Pure Spirit, one hundred degrees proofâ that's a drink that only the most hardened contemplation- guzzlers indulge in. Bodhisattvas dilute their Nirvana with equal parts of love and work.
Back then, my idol was Bugs Bunny, because I saw a cartoon of him playing ball - you know, the one where he plays every position himself with nobody else on the field but him? Now that I think of it, Bugs is still my idol. You have to love a ballplayer like that.
When you're in a slump, it's almost as if you look out at the field and it's one big glove.
The first thing is to love your sport. Never do it to please someone else. It has to be yours.
New Yorkers love it when you spill your guts out there. Spill your guts at Wimbledon and they make you stop and clean it up.
This is really a lovely horse, I once rode her mother.
I love the winning, I can take the losing, but most of all I Love to play.
Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching.
I get to play golf for a living. What more can you ask for - getting paid for doing what you love.
Golf is very much like a love affair, if you don't take it seriously, it's no fun, if you do, it breaks your heart. Don't break your heart, but flirt with the possibility.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape, give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
Surely the stars are images of love.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gained no title, and who lost no friend, Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
No drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If weâre looking for the sources of our troubles, we shouldnât test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.
