Love Is Quotes - Page 144

Romantic love is one of the most addictive substances on Earth.

Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.

God loves us, and the will of love is always blessing for its loved ones.

Love ... is a sacred fire that must not be burnt to idols.

Where love is absent there can be no woman.

... love is too delicate a flower to rise again when one has trampled it under foot.

Love is blind; couch not his eyes.

All love is really God's love.

The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.

The worst thing you can do for love is deny it; so when you find that special someone, don't let anyone or anything to get in your way.

I love being a part of country music. I love going out and... doing things for the first time for country music. I always enjoy that.

When love is the trend, there is no room for violence and war.

Love becomes greater and nobler in calamity.

Love is the reward of love.

Love is blind, friends close their eyes

One who practices the yoga of love is like child. When the child has a problem, it cries. When it cries, someone comes and helps the child.

The path of love is its own reward. Your love itself, that is what completes you.

Love isn't a perfect state of caring.

The common ground where the activities of God and man become one is the motive of perfect love; for in the last resolve love is the essence of God's nature. When he thinks, love is his thought; when he wills, love is the product of his will. To the degree, therefore, that man thinks and wills the good--to the degree that he realizes love in his finite dealings--he interfuses himself with God.

A cross borne in simplicity, without the interference of self-love to augment it, is only half a cross. Suffering in this simplicity of love, we are not only happy in spile of the cross, but because of it; for love is pleased in suffering for the Well Beloved, and the cross which forms us into His image is a consoling bond of love.

Beautiful coquettes are quacks of love.

Self-love is more cunning than the most cunning man in the world.

The truest comparison we can make of love is to liken it to a fever; we have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.

Love is to the soul of him who loves, what the soul is to the body which it animates.

My painting is not violent, it's life that is violent. Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves, the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life. We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death.