Love Quotes - Page 413

When love begins to sicken and decay it uses an enforced ceremony.

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.

I can express no kinder sign of love, than this kind kiss.

Love is merely a madness.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

When words are scarce they are seldom spent in vain.

Love grows, lust wastes by enjoyment.

Praise the child, and you make love to the mother.

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs, For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood; And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes.

Cruelty is the highest pleasure to the cruel man; it is his love.

The great lesson to learn of life is the need of giving out from the abundance of one's self in order to be ever abundant within one's self.

I wish I loved the Human Race; I wish I loved its silly face; I wish I liked the way it walks; I wish I liked the way it talks; And when I'm introduced to one I wish I thought What Jolly Fun!

Love endures when the lovers love many things together And not merely each other.

Learn to pay attention to your body with the relaxed attitude of gratitude, trust, curiosity and unconditional love rather than being pushed around by habit, fear, anxiety, social customs, other people's schedules and other people's ideas about what is good for you.

The tragedy of love is not death or separation. How long do you think it would have been before one or other of them ceased to care? Oh, it is dreadfully bitter to look at a woman whom you have loved with all your heart and soul, so that you felt you could not bear to let her out of your sight, and realize that you would not mind if you never saw her again. The tragedy of love is indifference.

My parents were French and Irish and our family even has Spanish blood-and I do so love the United States and consider myself part American.

Only someone who had cried a great deal understands why someone else wants to stop the tears.

I got myself into a lovely little shall we say controversy with André Breton, by pointing out that the discipline of spontaneity, which he was asking his surrealist neophytes to adopt, was new for language but something that composers had been practicing for centuries.

Love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire.

Life is a flower of which love is honey.

Son, brother, father, lover, friend. There is room in the heart for all the affections, as there is room in heaven for all the stars.

If you live the life you love, you get the blessing from above.

Sisterly love is, of all sentiments, the most abstract. Nature does not grant it any functions.

I love playing music, I love my dog, and I love my family.