Love Is Quotes - Page 163

God’s love is free. He asks for nothing in return; all he wants is for his love to be accepted.

When you lose the capacity to dream, you lose the capacity to love, and the energy to love is lost.

The horizon of love is truly boundless: it is the whole world!

Love has a particular trait: far from being indulgent or fickle, it has a task or purpose to fulfil: to abide. By its nature love is enduring. Again, dear friends, we catch a further glimpse of how much the Holy Spirit offers our world: love which dispels uncertainty; love which overcomes the fear of betrayal; love which carries eternity within; the true love which draws us into a unity that abides!

According to Diotima, Love is not a god at all, but is rather a spirit that mediates between people and the objects of their desire. Love is neither wise nor beautiful, but is rather the desire for wisdom and beauty.

Love is a great spirit. Everything spiritual is in between god and mortal.

Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.

Love is of something, and that which love desires is not that which love is or has; for no man desires that which he is or has. And love is of the beautiful, and therefore has not the beautiful. And the beautiful is the good, and therefore, in wanting and desiring the beautiful, love also wants and desires the good.

Being in love is a very strange thing.

Travel, for me, is a little bit like being in love, because suddenly all your senses are at the setting marked “on.

Perhaps that is what love is -- the momentary or prolonged refusal to think of another person in terms of power.

Ah! some love Paris, / And some Purdue. / But love is an archer with a low I.Q. / A bold, bad bowman, and innocent of pity. / So I'm in love with / New York City.

I think true love is never blind, / But rather brings an added light; / An inner vision quick to find / The beauties hid from common sight.

Love is an overarching style of relating to another.

A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.

But what I thought, and what I still think, and always will, is that she saw me. Nobody else has ever seen me — me, Jenny Gluckstein — like that. Not my parents, not Julian, not even Meena. Love is one thing — recognition is something else.

If love is not enough, then what's enough?

To many moderns, [love] is something that is only a part of us rather than something of which we are a part.

Faith is the root, the necessary beginning. Hope is the stem, the energy that makes the plant grow. Love is the fruit, the flower, the visible product, the bottom line. The plant of our new life in Christ is one; the life of God comes into us by faith, through us by hope, and out of us by the works of love.

Love has something to do with recognition, We can be fascinated by the unknown, we can be attracted by it, but love is something that grows, slowly, in an atmosphere of trust.

The greatest enemy to love is your pride

Your love is like heroin.

I love being able to escape my past, even though my past was great.

Just like Love is yonder rose, Heavenly fragrance round it throws, Yet tears its dewy leaves disclose, And in the midst of briars it blows Just like Love.

It is our will That thus enchains us to permitted ill. We might be otherwise, we might be all We dream of happy, high, majestical. Where is the love, beauty and truth we seek, But in our mind? and if we were not weak, Should we be less in deed than in desire?