Love Quotes - Page 144

Setting my mind on a musical instrument was like falling in love. All the world seemed bright and changed.

How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!

Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true

Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved,it would be much simpler, but much less magical

Sometimes some of the toughest things you deal with end up being the best things because you realize the people that you can rely on, that love you and support you through it.

Narcissist: psychoanalytic term for the person who loves himself more than his analyst; considered to be the manifestation of a dire mental disease whose successful treatment depends on the patient learning to love the analyst more and himself less.

From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness,-a system in which the two great commandments were to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife.

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.

In order to be happy oneself it is necessary to make at least one other person happy.

Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.

Love looks around to see who is in need

He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.

I'm a satirist, so I've got boxing gloves on if the person is worthy of satire. But I'm not an assassin.

For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

I'm helplessly and permanently a Red Sox fan. It was like first love...You never forget. It's special. It's the first time I saw a ballpark. I'd thought nothing would ever replace cricket. Wow! Fenway Park at 7 o'clock in the evening. Oh, just, magic beyond magic: never got over that

One doesn't lose a self, like a pair of gloves or a pine. We learn and change, or we harden into stone.

Our leaders are lacking love, and love is lacking leaders.

The lesson learned: Never take your loved ones for granted. And if you’re ever lucky enough to find that one person in life who makes you love more than any other person could possibly make you love, you treat every day together as if it were your last. You cherish every moment.

Strange to say what delight we married people have to see these poor fools decoyed into our condition.

Red roses for young lovers. French beans for longstanding relationships

Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.

To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.

Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.

To fall in love with yourself is the first secret to happiness.

That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.