LOVE QUOTES XLI

quotations about love

Love also looks like me coming downstairs to a full pot of coffee every morning because coffee is love. Love looks like all the lunches being made already so I can enjoy that aforementioned cup of coffee.

AMY BETTERS-MIDTVEDT

"Wife Writes Note About What Love Is Like When Instagram Isn't Looking", Huffington Post, November 1, 2017


Love is not at the mercy of time and it does not recognize death, they are strangers to each other.

JAMES BALDWIN

Just Above My Head

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When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They're in everything you do. They're in the air you breathe and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. Their touch stays on your skin and their voice stays in your ears and their thoughts stay in your mind. You know their dreams because their nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your dreams too. And you don't think they're perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don't frighten you away; in fact you love them more for it, because you don't want perfect. You want them.

CASSANDRA CLARE

Lady Midnight


Love others and as you do, that love will return to you.

CLAY AIKEN

Learning to Sing: Hearing the Music in Your Life

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Love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.

LOUISA MAY ALCOTT

Little Women


There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

LA ROCHEFOUCAULD

Maxims

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Young love-making--that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to--the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung--are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of finger-tips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust.

GEORGE ELIOT

Middlemarch


What is love? The need of coming out of one's self.

CHARLES BAUDELAIRE

My Heart Laid Bare


If you do not give right attention to the one you love, it is a kind of killing. When you are in the car together, if you are lost in your thoughts, assuming you already know everything about her, she will slowly die.

THICH NHAT HANH

O Magazine, Feb. 2007


It is as absurd to deny that it is possible for a man always to love the same woman, as it would be to affirm that some famous musician needed several violins in order to execute a piece of music or compose a charming melody.

HONORÉ DE BALZAC

Physiology of Marriage

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One of the nice things about having a lover, it makes you think about everything anew. The rest of your life becomes a kind of movie, flat and even rather funny.

JOHN UPDIKE

Rabbit Redux

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Here is one of the most beautiful effects of love, its confidence not only in the present, but in the future as well. Cynics may declare that it is only the deceitful way nature uses to make human beings perform her will. To such a view all lovers are indifferent. In their confidence they bind themselves to one another, not for a day only, not even for a lifetime, but for eternity.

JOHN DANIEL BARRY

"Love", Reactions and Other Essays Discussing Those States of Feeling and Attitude of Mind That Find Expression In Our Individual Qualities

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Empires, thrones, kings, dominions, all may be swept away by the force of circumstances, or time; glory, honour, position, wealth, and good name may be gone forever; and love may still be alive, fresh and young. Love born on high soars aloft, and makes its heavenly influence felt in every land and every clime; every nation bows before its power, every caste and every creed own its conquering influence. Love is the foundation of all happiness here and in the life to come, of all earthly joy and heavenly bliss the one spot of garden in the desert of many a life; the spring that is never dried up, and that pours forth its soothing waters o'er many an aching breast. Love can ne'er be bough; no fear can quench it; and absence makes it burn more brightly. Love never dies, or e'er grows old, but year after year it grows in strength and purity, till its golden rays touch the sky, from whence it came.

T. AUGUSTUS FORBES LEITH

"On Love", Short Essays


'Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes:
But the name of the secret is Love!

LEWIS CARROLL

Sylvie and Bruno Concluded

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We had known each other for many years; starved together, worked together, loved each other, suffered each other, made love; and yet the most tremendous consummation of our love was occurring now, as she patiently, in love and terror, held my hand.

JAMES BALDWIN

Tell Me How Long the Train's Been Gone

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Love is a kind of warfare.

OVID

The Art of Love

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Without love, we are nothing but organic molecules circling around the sun.

TIM LOTT

"Love is ... a torment and a joy. And it's not for softies", The Guardian, July 22, 2016

Tim Lott (born 23 January 1956) is a novelist, travel journalist, and an occasional op-ed writer for the Independent on Sunday.


Love renders the proud humble, and tames the fierce; it is at once the most and the least selfish of all passions; for, whilst it would engross the being on whom it is lavished, it will make any sacrifice, or undergo any privation, to insure the comfort of her it would possess.

CHARLES WILLIAM DAY

The Maxims, Experiences, and Observations of Agogos

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Love is an anesthesia. It puts you to sleep, it allows you to overlook, not question, not care ... and then, one day, you come to. And, by God and all his horny angels ... it's an eye opener.

ANN WUEHLER

The Next Mrs. Jacob Anderson

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You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

LOUISE ERDRICH

The Painted Drum