To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.
However it is debased or misinterpreted, love is a redemptive feature. To focus on one individual so that their desires become superior to yours is a very cleansing experience.
Imagination which comes into play in falling in love is different from any other. Certainly in my case, and I’ve fallen in love all my life, one imagines the person to be as you want them to be. They frequently turn out to be someone different, for better or worse.
Love is the highest frequency we can operate on.
Fantasy love is much better than reality love.
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
God’s love is too great to be confined to any one side of a conflict or to any one religion.
I think the thing about love is that even though the things around us change, we as human beings, a lot of the ways we interact, and the ways we love each other is timeless. It requires trust, honesty, commitment, romance, and physical chemistry.
Love is what we aspire to most in our lives.
But groundless hope, like unconditional love, is the only kind worth having.
Love is being stupid together.
Love is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives the longest.
Love is blind.
Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.
Love is like a medicine which you need to be happy in life.
It’s insane to have won all those things – not possible. But what I love is learning, which never stops and is nothing to do with the medals you’ve won.
Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough.
Unrequited love is always a great thing.
Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go its pretty damn good.
Love is a special word, and I use it only when I mean it. You say the word too much and it becomes cheap.
Freud’s view is that all love is sexual in its origin or its basis. Even those loves which do not appear to be sexual or erotic have a sexual root or core. They are all sublimations of the sexual instinct.
I learned what I really love is making films, not the film business. I want to be on the set, meeting with writers, I want that freedom. I love it now.
For love is a willful stirring of our thoughts unto God, so that it receive nothing that is against the love of Jesus Christ, and therewith that it be lasting in sweetness of devotion; and that is the perfection of this life.
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.
Love is not a feeling of happiness. Love is a willingness to sacrifice.
Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.
Love is a better teacher than duty.
I think tolerance and acceptance and love is something that feeds every community.
Love is great, but not as a password.
I like Anastacia’s version of Love is Alive best.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion – I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more – I could be martyred for my religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that.
I think my love is storytelling. No matter what it is, it’s storytelling. And so whatever the medium is, what’s right for the story, I enjoy doing it.
Love is not blind – it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
You think you know what love is – until you have a child and discover that unconditional mother love.
I’m going to be a strict mum. I know that love is the most important thing – you’ve got to have lots of kisses and cuddles – but you also need to mix it with discipline or you’ll be in a heap of trouble.
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
Love is a component of many different things – the baggage you bring, the moment, what you need in your life, seeing someone as a portal for understanding everything, and all the intensity that brings. It’s not something to count on and act like it’s a stable thing.
If one is desperate for love, I suggest looking at one’s friends and family and see if love is all around. If not, get a new set of friends, a new family.
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.
The philosophy I love is very selective. It is really just the bit that is involved in a search for wisdom, and this means a short roll call of names; Socrates, Marcus Aurelius, Seneca, Epicurus, Montaigne, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche.
Love is so confusing – you tell a girl she looks great and what’s the first thing you do? Turn out the lights!
World’s use is cold, world’s love is vain, world’s cruelty is bitter bane; but is not the fruit of pain.
Love is all around us all the time. Love is the ethers that we swim in. Love is the amniotic fluid of the soul.
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!
Though my first love is cricket, I was never away from any other disciplines too.
Love is a positive effect. Love can never have a negative effect, only a positive effect.
Love is an obsessive delusion that is cured by marriage.
Everybody has a bit of body armor they wear to protect themselves, and love is about trying to break it down. You have to see who a person really is and connect with her to break that armor.
Love is the beginning, the middle, and the end of the pathway of discipleship. It comforts, counsels, cures, and consoles.
There can be nothing without love. No money, no power. Love is very important. When you wake up in the morning, you need to know that somebody else is waking up, thinking of you.
Love is a complicated emotion because you can learn something or hear something that goes against what you have come to know personally. It can be very challenging to what you believe.
I learned that saying you love your friends isn’t enough: that love is a verb – it requires Acts of Love. It is all about the doing, not the saying, and now I make a point, every day, of emailing or phoning or making a plan with those I love.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
Had we not loved ourselves at all, we could never have been obliged to love anything. So that self-love is the basis of all love.
I was seeking a real love, a real deal, and I have been seeking it for a lot of years. And in that seeking, I found that God’s love is real.
You don’t have to have lots of love affairs to know what love is.
Seeing me in love is a constant state: there are no questions, as the answer is simply there.
Personally, love is very important for me. There are lots of ordinary things in life, so love should be extraordinary. I hope I achieve that.
‘Love’ is so short of perfect rhymes that convention allows half-rhymes like ‘move.’ The alternative is a plague of doves, or a kind of poem in which the poet addresses his adored both as ‘love’ and as ‘guv’ – a perfectly decent solution once, but only once, in a while.
Love is full of anxious fears.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
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.
Love is staying up all night with a sick child – or a healthy adult.
Love is by far bigger than the government can ever be.
Lust is what keeps you wanting to do it even when you have no desire to be with each other. Love is what makes you want to be with each other even when you have no desire to do it.
The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.
Love is so holy, so confusing. It makes a man anxious, tormented. Love, how can I define it?
The whole principle of coming out is that everyone knows someone who’s gay. The minute someone comes out, no one can be a bigot, because someone they love is gay.
If you just stop and think, baby, honey, love is a funny thing. Whatever you put in, that’s what you expect to gain.
I fall in love with contradictions without understanding. I can’t really portray them unless I do. So in a roundabout way I have to fall in love, it’s my duty. If love is about understanding and understanding is compassion and compassion is love, I have to have compassion towards the world.
Taste and love are not the servants of the will. Love is and must be free. It rises from the heart like perfume from a flower.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Love is never stationary.
I’ve just learned that love is a very fleeting thing, so we – then we have it; we need to hold on to it but hold on to it in a gracious fashion. Not in the smothering but more so just a covering kind of love.
