If my love is without sacrifice, it is selfish. Such a love is barter, for there is exchange of love and devotion in return for something. It is conditional love.
Love is understood, in a historical way, as one of the great human vocations – but its counterspell has always been infidelity. This terrible, terrible betrayal that can tear apart not only another person, not only oneself, but whole families.
Whether it’s a canvas tote or Givenchy, a day bag you love is essential. It doesn’t have to be a fashion It bag of the season, either.
To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.
People think love is an emotion. Love is good sense.
I wonder if most people ever ask themselves why love is connected with reproduction. And if they do ask themselves about this, I wonder what answer they give.
Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on.
Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.
Mother’s love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.
Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone – but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
Love is the most important thing in the world. Hate, we should remove from the dictionary.
Love is whatever you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love.
Love is an adventure and a conquest. It survives and develops, like the universe itself, only by perpetual discovery.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.
Love is stillness, peace of mind. The universe is Love.
Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away.
Our family is very tight. Just like any family, we have our ups and downs, but the love is always going to be there. I try to go to my parents’ house as much as I can.
Lust is temporary, romance can be nice, but love is the most important thing of all. Because without love, lust and romance will always be short-lived.
As love without esteem is capricious and volatile; esteem without love is languid and cold.
Love is agony, isn’t it? I’ve been involved with someone for some time now, but it’s all so complicated. It’s never straightforward is it? You meet someone, you fall in love, it’s the most wonderful thing ever but… There’s always something that’s not quite right about love, isn’t there?
The way of peace is the way of love. Love is the greatest power on earth. It conquers all things.
Book love… is your pass to the greatest, the purest, and the most perfect pleasure that God has prepared for His creatures.
Compatibility is weird. Love is confusing. Love is one wild beast.
We really have to understand the person we want to love. If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love. If we only think of ourselves, if we know only our own needs and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love.
Well, for me, what I’ve learned at the very end of this, love is sharing, and I think that really is, for me, the best place to go to experience love, is sharing.
The only thing I really love is Fiji water. That’s like the only crazy request – I don’t like any other water.
Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That’s a gift that you have received from God. Don’t waste it.
Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy.
When love is suppressed hate takes its place.
Love is union with somebody, or something, outside oneself, under the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one’s own self.
Sometimes you resent the people you love and need the most. Love is so fascinating in all its forms, and I think everyone who has ever been a mother will relate to this.
Courtney Love is a loose cannon. She says what she thinks. She’s wild on the red carpet. You get the best sound bites from Courtney Love.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
Love is the only unifier in the world. We’ve all felt exactly the same way. It’ll make you crazy, and it’ll make you ecstatic, and that’s true for everyone.
New York is a brutally expensive place to live, and the kind of person who might have the dedication and esoteric taste to make the comics that I would really love is finding it more relaxing to live elsewhere.
A lot of the surreal writing that I love is really dreamlike. Like Murakami. He uses the real world, and it’s pretty recognizable, but its populated by these strange visitors, or it has these underground spaces. I was always really compelled by that.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
No, actually ‘The Host’ was totally a palate-cleanser for me. I wanted to do something a little bit different than romantic love. Romantic love is in there, obviously, because I enjoy writing about that and living it a lot.
Love is often the fruit of marriage.
I think I understand passion. Love is something else.
Man’s love is of man’s life a part; it is a woman’s whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
I’m still kinda old-school. We’re twittering, and we’re all twitterers. And we write tweets. The only thing I don’t love is twits.
Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.
What Tolstoy is on about is that carnal love is not a good idea.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.
The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Youth is not enough. And love is not enough. And success is not enough. And, if we could achieve it, enough would not be enough.
I still believe that love is the most powerful force in the world, even though I am yet to experience it fully.
The only instrument I know how to really play, and the instrument that I absolutely love, is the piano. I have been playing piano ever since I have been 9.
Tough love is the hardest to give.
Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.
Your first love is your first love. It cannot be analysed, explained, nor forgotten.
If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to all others, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism.
Love is never wrong.
Compassion does not just happen. Pity does, but compassion is not pity. It’s not a feeling. Compassion is a viewpoint, a way of life, a perspective, a habit that becomes a discipline – and more than anything else, compassion is a choice we make that love is more important than comfort or convenience.
Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.
Love is not a volunteer thing.
Love is a game that two can play and both win.
Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.
I think teen-age love is a great thing. There’s nothing quite like it and never will be for the rest of your life.
One thing I love is to do children’s hospital visits.
Falling in love is a narcissistic endeavor. You play the role of lover, and you find someone to act it out on.
Love is the greatest refreshment in life.
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone – we find it with another.
Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.
The Divine of the Lord in heaven is love, for the reason that love is receptive of all things of heaven, such as peace, intelligence, wisdom and happiness.
All love is original, no matter how many other people have loved before.
Christmas is a rare occasion when we are reminded that we have obligations to people we did not choose to be related to, and that love is not just a spontaneous feeling but something we sometimes really have to work at, with people we may not even much like.
Love is an interesting thing.
Your kids are happy if you’re happy. And if your love is happy, then everything works. I think a lot of people think once the children are there, it’s all about the children. But you can’t forget about your best friend, your lover, your husband.
