Love Is Quotes - Page 135

These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps

Take your time. Love is gonna come. Don't force it. Don't try to make it happen. Relax, take your time, and you'll know when it's there. My mom gave me that advice.

Love is the true condition of human life.

Love is an excuse to be stupid

Love is what's left when being in love is gone, okay? It's when you care about someone and you hope they're happy, but you're not under any illusions about them. Maybe that kind of love is not exciting and passionate and all those things that fade with time. All those things that you're so keen on. But in the end it's the only kind of love that really matters.

Love is in the air everywhere I look around. Love is in the air every sight and every sound.

I think everyone should do what they love because it will never feel like work that way.

I love fashion. What I love is the ability to express yourself, to be able to make a product and shoot an ad campaign that tosses you out into the world and lets you have a voice in contemporary culture, iconography. I felt a little bit neutered not having that voice.

One of the things that's crucial to me about love is that it has to be in the moment.

Love is not a promissory note.

If love be treasure, we'll be wondrous rich.

Love is a special way of being alive.

Love is free; it does not depend on the desirability of its object, but loves for love's sake.

The desire to kill is like the desire to attack another with an ingot of red -hot iron: I have to pick up the incandescent metal and burn my own hand while burning the other. Hate itself is the seed of death in my own heart, while it seeks the death of the other.

Love is a great thing, yea, a great and thorough good. By itself it makes what is heavy light; and bears evenly all that is uneven.

Love is the one wild card.

Love is illogical. You fall into it like a manhole. Then you're just stuck. You die in love more than you live in love.

Maybe I don't know what love is, but it isn't this.

Danger and anger are everywhere. Love is the rarity, the gem buried in the core of the mine, the outpost of God.

Oh, love. Love is best of all. There is no such total element, not even pain. Who has ever loved, knows this. I need not say more.

I suppose love is never a sure thing, no matter what words are spoken. Love requires a leap of faith into the abyss, every time.

Love is blind, you just see bright light

God is love, the bishops tell. Yes, I know, But love is hell.

There are some women in whom conscience is so strongly developed that it leaves little room for anything else. Love is scarcely felt before duty rushes to encase it, anger impossible because one must always be calm and see both sides, pity evaporates in expedients, even grief is felt as a sort of bruised sense of injury, a resentment that one should have grief forced upon one when one has always acted for the best.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.