Quotes
Quotes about Love
I keep the telephone of my mind open to peace, harmony, health, love, and abundance. Then, whenever doubt, anxiety, or fear try to call me, they will keep getting a busy signal and soon they'll forget my number.
The true function of art is to...edit nature and so make it coherent and lovely. The artist is a sort of impassioned proofreader, blue-penciling the bad spelling of God.
Men who love wisdom should acquaint themselves with a great many particulars.
I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. - Strong Opinions.
In the alchemy of man's soul almost all noble attributes- courage, honor, love, hope, faith, duty, loyalty, and so on- can be transmuted into ruthlessness. Compassion alone stands apart from the continuous traffic between good and evil proceeding within us. Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion, even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.
Love, friendship, respect, do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.
We do not usually look for allies when we love. Indeed, we often look on those who love with us as rivals and trespassers. But we always look for allies when we hate.
The remarkable thing is that we really love our neighbors as ourselves: we do unto others as we do unto ourselves. We hate others when we hate ourselves. We are tolerant of others when we tolerate ourselves. We forgive others when we forgive ourselves. We are prone to sacrifice others when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves.
It is easier to love humanity than to love your neighbor.
We probably have a greater love for those we support than for those who support us. Our vanity carries greater weight than our self-interest.
When the Greeks said, "Whom the gods love die young," they probably meant, as Lord Sankey suggested, that those favored by the gods stay young till the day they die; young and playful.
You accept certain unlovely things about yourself and manage to live with them. The atonement for such an acceptance is that you make allowances for others - that you cleanse yourself of the sin of self-righteousness.
It is not love of self but hatred of self which is at the root of the troubles that afflict our world.
Love and envy make a man pine, which other affections do not, because they are not so continual.
He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.
The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.
From powerful causes spring the empiric's gains, Man's love of life, his weakness, and his pains; These first induce him the vile trash to try, Then lend his name, that other men may buy.
Here's Agamemnon, an honest fellow enough, and one that loves quails, but he has not so much brain as ear-wax; and the goodly transformation of Jupiter there, his brother, the bull, the primitive statue and oblique memorial of cockolds; a thrifty shoeing-horn in a chain, hanging at his brother's leg, to what form but that he is should wit larded with malice and malice forced with wit turn him to? To an ass, were nothing; he is both ass and ox: to an ox, were nothing; he is both ox and ass. To be a dog, a mule, a cat, a fitchew, a toad, a lizard, an owl, a puttock, or a herring without roe, I would not care; but to be Memelaus! I would conspire against destiny.
The falling out of faithful friends, renewing is of love.
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
God loves an idle rainbow, No less than laboring seas.
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the south melting.
It was a wonderful time [making "The Partridge Family"] and I loved every minute of it. We had a great executive producer who was in tune with all of us . . . We had an incredible rapport and I think that's what made us successful.
The raven once in snowy plumes was drest, White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast, Fair as the guardian of the Capitol, Soft as the swan; a large and lovely fowl His tongue, his prating tongue had changed him quite To sooty blackness from the purest white.
My early and invincible love of reading, . . . I would not exchange for the treasures of India.
