Love Quotes - Page 295

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

The oppposite of love is not hate. Hate is just love gone bad. The actual oppposite of love is apathy. When you don't care a damn as to what happens to the other person.

The act of love is a confession.

And so when the essential idea of love is lost there comes talk of fidelity. Actually, the only possible basis for two beings, male and female, to relate to each other is to grant each other total freedom.

When the eternal and the human meet, that's where love is born -- not through escaping our humanity or trying to disappear into transcendence, but through finding that place where they come into union.

A beauty is a woman you notice; a charmer is one who notices you.

My father taught me to work; he did not teach me to love it.

Love is our most unifying and empowering common spiritual denominator. The more we ignore its potential to bring greater balance and deeper meaning to human existence, the more likely we are to continue to define history as one long inglorious record of man’s inhumanity to man.

Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.

Christ means Krishna, love of Godhead, Who has His face annointed with tilak.

Parisian men make love all day and have no time to work; American men work all day and have no time for love.

When one is too old for love, one finds great comfort in good dinners.

Money won't make you happy... but everybody wants to find out for themselves.

I hope you're getting this down.

No matter what the shrinks, or the pundits, or the self-help books tell you, when it comes to love, it's luck.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.

Love is many things none of them logical.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

Pleasure has its time; so too, has wisdom. Make love in thy youth, and in old age attend to thy salvation.

Love is the funeral of hearts.

I love young men, lots of them, your ancient masculine double standard.