LOVE QUOTES LV

quotations about love

The heart is forever unfaithful, and the feelings of love will come and go, but true love is not about what you feel. It is about what you do.

DOUGLAS CARLTON ABRAMS

The Lost Diary of Don Juan

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Love is a farthing piece, a bloody bribe pressed in the palm of God and thrown away.

STELLA BENSON

This Is the End

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It may be true that love is blind, but only for what is ugly: its sight is keen enough for what is beautiful.

IVAN PANIN

Thoughts


This love is a lichen....
etching on the unmoved rock
the only rune it knows.

SARAH LINDSAY

"Stubbornly", Twigs and Knucklebones

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Love is the one thing stronger than desire and the only proper reason to resist temptation.

JEANETTE WINTERSON

Written on the Body


How far above all price Love's costly wine,
Which can the meanest chalice make divine!

RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH

"Love"


I say love, and the world populates itself with doves.

PABLO NERUDA

"Get Used to Seeing the Shadow Behind Me"

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Happy is love or friendship when returned--
The lovers whose pure flames have equal burned.

BION OF SMYRNA

"Friendship"

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Nothing is true but Love, nor aught of worth;
Love is the incense which doth sweeten earth.

RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH

"Love"


Love is the crown that glorifies; the curse
That brands and burdens; it is life and death.
It is the great law of the universe;
And nothing can exist without its breath.

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

"What Love Is"


Love is a jeering mime.

KENNETH RAND

"Ante Lucem"

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Love lives in palaces as well as in thatched huts.

JAPANESE PROVERB


When a man and woman are successfully in love, their whole activity is energized and victorious. They walk better, their digestion improves, they think more clearly, their secret worries drop away, the world is fresh and interesting, and they can do more than they dreamed that they could do. In love of this kind sexual intimacy is not the dead end of desire as it is in romantic or promiscuous love, but periodic affirmation of the inward delight of desire pervading an active life.

WALTER LIPPMANN

A Preface to Morals

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In our culture, love is romanticized as a mystifying, random whirl of passion that happens to a person. Falling in love is thought to be the culmination of love. Yet, love is only meaningful and lasting when a person chooses to love responsibly and welcomes the opportunity to allow love to grow and deepen with time.

ROKELLE LERNER

Affirmations for the Inner Child

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True love, selfless love, does not wither as beauty fades or life becomes difficult. If anything, its roots grow deeper and its branches spread farther with each shared experience.

EDITOR

"Music and the Spoken Word: What love is", Deseret News, April 2, 2016


Pleasure and pain at once register upon the lover, inasmuch as the desirability of the love object derives, in part, from its lack. To whom is it lacking? To the lover. If we follow the trajectory of eros we consistently find it tracing out this same route: it moves out from the lover toward the beloved, then ricochets back to the lover himself and the hole in him, unnoticed before. Who is the subject of most love poems? Not the beloved. It is that hole.

ANNE CARSON

Eros the Bittersweet

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Whatever our religious practice, love has no religion. On the contrary love is a religion of its own.

SANJAY LEELA BHANSALI

"Bajirao Mastani is a tribute to Mughal-e-Azam: Sanjay Leela Bhansali", Firstpost, December 22, 2015


Love's a fire that needs renewal
Of fresh beauty for its fuel.

THOMAS CAMPBELL

Freedom and Love


Ah, my friends, Love, like a froward boy, with his hands full of sugar-plums, still cries for more.

CHRISTIAN NESTELL BOVEE

Intuitions and Summaries of Thought

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Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary, dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you?

JEANETTE WINTERSON

Lighthousekeeping