LOVE QUOTES LII

quotations about love

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night.... You must not try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.

SHERWOOD ANDERSON

"Death", Winesburg, Ohio

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Love is the crown that glorifies; the curse
That brands and burdens; it is life and death.
It is the great law of the universe;
And nothing can exist without its breath.

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

"What Love Is"


Love is the desire to give, not to receive, something. Love is the art of producing something with the other's talents.

BERTOLT BRECHT

"Love of Whom?"

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Love makes you do stupid things -- like making someone an omelet for no good reason other than to see them smile. Gross.

CARLA HERRERIA

"6 Reasons Being In Love Is The Absolute Worst", Huffington Post, February 12, 2016


Love not only occupies the higher lobes of the brain, but crowds out the lower to make room for its expansion.

HORACE MANN

Thoughts


Love, in this world, is like a seed taken from the tropics, and planted where the winter comes too soon; and it cannot spread itself in flower-clusters and wide-twining vines, so that the whole air is filled with the perfume thereof. But there is to be another summer for it yet. Care for the root now, and God will care for the top by and by.

HENRY WARD BEECHER

Life Thoughts


Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. What then kills love? Only this: Neglect.

JEANETTE WINTERSON

Written on the Body


Need we say it was not love,
Now that love is perished?

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

"Passer Mortuus Est"

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Nothing is so strange when one is in love ... as the complete indifference of other people.

VIRGINIA WOOLF

Mrs. Dalloway


Oh, God, I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love. I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst.

ANAIS NIN

diary, May 30, 1934

Anaïs Nin (February 21, 1903 - January 14, 1977) was a French-Cuban American diarist, essayist, novelist and writer of short stories and erotica. Nin's most studied works are her diaries or journals, which detail her marriages to Hugh Parker Guiler and Rupert Pole, in addition to her numerous affairs, including those with psychoanalyst Otto Rank and writer Henry Miller.


Our love, too, proceeding from ourselves and returning to us, would suffice to make our life blessed, and would stand in need of no extraneous enjoyment.

ST. AUGUSTINE

The City of God

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See, chasing love does have its perks, but the best thing about chasing love? I've caught it, it feels just like home, and now I'm never letting go.

WHITNEY BUCHANAN

"Chasing Love, Is it Worth it?", Huffington Post, April 4, 2016


Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!

ROBERT BROWNING

"Fra Lippo Lippi"

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The true coronation of character is love. The true test of love is self-sacrifice. He knows not how to love who knows not how to suffer for love's sake. The love that costs nothing is worth--what it costs.

LYMAN ABBOTT

Old Testament Shadows of New Testament Truths

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There are moments of passion and joy, but most of this love is enduring the long stretches of dealing with not-so-thrilling stuff because one has to do so and no one else will. Moreover, one cannot imagine doing otherwise. If that sounds like your marriage, congratulations.

ANDY SENIOR

"Love and the Single Factotum", Syncopated Times, September 26, 2018


True love, selfless love, does not wither as beauty fades or life becomes difficult. If anything, its roots grow deeper and its branches spread farther with each shared experience.

EDITOR

"Music and the Spoken Word: What love is", Deseret News, April 2, 2016


We can love with our minds, but can we love only with our minds? Love extends itself all the time, so that we can love even with our senseless nails: we love even with our clothes, so that a sleeve can feel a sleeve.

GRAHAM GREENE

The End of the Affair


What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air -- you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all-consuming, a physical pain. Love is the driver for all great stories: not just romantic love, but the love of parent for child, for family, for country. It is the point before consummation of it that fascinates: what separates you from love, the obstacles that stand in its way. It is usually at those points that love is everything.

JOJO MOYES

"What is love -- can it really be defined and explained?", The Guardian, February 12, 2016


Whatever our religious practice, love has no religion. On the contrary love is a religion of its own.

SANJAY LEELA BHANSALI

"Bajirao Mastani is a tribute to Mughal-e-Azam: Sanjay Leela Bhansali", Firstpost, December 22, 2015


When it comes to attracting men, logic escapes even the savviest of women. Probably because there is no logic involved.... You can read all the self-help books you want, you can run on a treadmill till you've reduced your tuchas to bubkes, you can stuff your face with oysters, and it won't make a bit of difference. For love, attraction, compatibility, and companionship are not a science of objectivity; they are, rather, far and away the single most subjective matter in the history of the universe. Did Cavewoman X have a romp in the cave with Caveman Y because of his universally sought-after ability to single-handedly kill a wildebeest with his bare hands and bring it to the feet of his intended? No, she probably just liked the way his mouth turned up at the corners in concentration while he chiseled out a piece of flint.

GWEN MACSAI

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