Love Is Quotes - Page 198

Love is the higher law.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

You know what I love best about baseball? The pine tar, the resin, the grass, the dirt - and that's just in the hot-dogs.

Whatever your religion is, it's to fully realize your potential of love. Is to have fully realized self love then you can give love to others around you and to whatever, whoever you meet.

When a person gives, he loves the object of his giving more -- and so love is planted and grows.

Love is for fools. It is a surging of blood in the loins ... there is no mystery, and no magic. Find someone else, my boy.

love is in the eyes, and one woman knows when another woman is in love.

Say the whole point of love is to try to get your fingers through the holes in the lover's mask. To get some kind of hold on the mask, and who cares how you do it.

And, Kar, love is not a commandment, it is a need, as real as eating.

When you get to Heaven you won't need faith because you'll be able to see it and know it all then. You won't need hope because it's already arrived, but there'll still be love because the greatest of these is love! (1Cor.13.)

We define ourselves, in part, by the discriminations we make. The value of what we love is enriched by our understanding of what we dislike.

I love being a drummer but I love being a musician in general and I love the Foo fighters.

Love is implicit in every connection. It should be. Thus when absent it makes us insane. (You Shall Know Our Velocity)

The only word for love is everybody's name.

The one that I really call love is when I feel like everything's okay. That state of, it's all right here.

The one that I really call love is when I feel like everything's okay. That state of, it's all right here. I spent most of my adult life looking for romantic love. I've been in therapy since '87. What I learned was, that connection that I was looking for that I thought was really romantic love, my therapist literally said, "Well, when you feel that next, you probably shouldn't go towards that for a partner."

All the black leather she needs is the E-Z boy recliner where her love is parked with one of his hands wrapped around a remote, the other, a bottle of beer. She's right. It's kinky. The way he doesn't look away from the TV, as her head bobs in his lap like a fisherman's float on a nature program, hectic with the pace his breath sets. His crotch swells under her mouth's prowess. He's such a sweetheart he waits until the commercials to come.

Love is quite violent. It is so painful at times, so devastating. And there is nothing worse or better. We find the highs and lows equally unbearable. But then again, the absence of them is more so.

It is often difficult to admit that someone you love is not perfect, or to consider aspects of a person that are less than admirable.

One of the remarkable things about love is that, despite very irritating people writing poems and songs about how pleasant it is, it really is quite pleasant.

Grief, a type of sadness that most often occurs when you have lost someone you love, is a sneaky thing, because it can disappear for a long time, and then pop back up when you least expect it.

Love is candy from a stranger, but it's candy you've had before and it probably won't kill you.

This is love, and the trouble with it: it can make you embarrassed. Love is really liking someone a whole lot and not wanting to screw that up. Everybody's chewed over this. This unites us, this part of love.

And when love is over when the diner of love seems closed from the outside you want all those hours back along with anything you left at the lover’s house and maybe a couple of things which aren’t technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside.

'Help me,' Allison says, but she is soft-spoken, and everyone she loves is so far away.