Quotes
Quotes about Love
To love, cherish, and to obey.
On our earth we can truly love only with suffering and through suffering! We know not how to love otherwise. We know no other love. I want suffering in order to love.
We are moved by music in ways that words cannot describe, and such emotion can drive us to action - war, murder, love.
Do you deny that Godâs incredible benison was to make man free, if he wished, to offend him? That no greater love is conceivable than to leave the creature free to hate the creator.
Mercy is the word, mercy. And a greater word is love.
Love is the answer, love - you know the term? The body sacramental to the soul.
Where did one draw the line? Pity will serve: it often tastes like love.
Give me food, but give me love first, then a cigarette.
I mean, what the hell can you do with love except cleanse yourself of it by debasing the image to a lust object?
The work has become an unlovely drug, no more
In Europe, we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference. When we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honour a contract
Americans, seeming to take marriage with not enough seriousness, are really taking love and sex with too much
Animals will take love without demanding it; they have teeth, but they will not bite with the vindictiveness of human adults
Love and art are not compatible
Freedom has a lovely voice. Here is good, and there is evil - look on both, then take your choice
Love water, love it will all your being, but only from the well or the picnic spring. Tasteless but grateful in summer, embracing the hollow of any vessel. But never follow water to the river or sea.
Love man the social animal, but hate, on principle, the engine called the State
The river that the lover discovers is gilded and mother-of-pearled
He had pretended to nothing except the fitting of words like gloves to a story
Coldly for a moment he saw that if there was to be love it must be love with advantage
Ah, how love, in all herhis manifold guises, doth take hold on us and squeeze us of our pride and lustihead
Soul and body can never be fed together for all our pretence of the unity of love. For love is one word but many things; love is a unity only in the word
Nothing stayed still. A man changed his lodging, his place of work, his mistress; between man and wife love could die, a man's art or skill grew or languished or merely changed, and all beyond his control
Love took new forms, that was all. Forms like compassion
It was the agony of knowing that it was departed, all, the insanity of former love, leaving behind this deadly godlike sobriety of self-pity
