LOVE QUOTES XVI
quotations about love
Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other,
That passionate Love is Pain's own mother.
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
"The Way Of It"
Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?
STEPHEN KING
The Gunslinger
Love leads to marriage, that leads to divorce
That leads to lawyers, expensive, of course
Private detectives who watch all your moves
That leads to charges which nobody proves
If there are children you hear from the court
Father can't see them but pays their support
Love is the start of it, I want no part of it
Love leads to marriage, divorce and to lawyers
Detectives and charges, supporting love children
A youngster in school falls
And only a fool falls
In love
IRVING BERLIN
"Love Leads to Marriage"
To love is to find pleasure in the perfection of another.
GOTTFRIED WILHELM LEIBNIZ
"Felicity", Leibniz: Political Writings
Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz (1 July 1646 - 14 November 1716) was a German philosopher, mathematician, and logician. His most prominent accomplishment was the development of differential and integral calculus independently of Sir Isaac Newton's contemporaneous achievements.
Love is easy until it's tested. When it requires sacrifice, it's proven. It's easy to love people until we meet ... those people. It's easy to love our enemies until we actually have enemies.
CHRIS STEFANICK
"Love is Easy Until It's Tested", National Catholic Register, March 19, 2016
Love is moral even without legal marriage, but marriage is immoral without love.
ELLEN KEY
"The Morality of Woman"
Love is the only thing that pays for birth,
Or makes death welcome. Oh, dear God above
This beautiful but sad, perplexing earth,
Pity the hearts that know--or know not--Love!
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX
"What Love Is"
Love me little, love me long.
FRENCH PROVERB
In the beginning, love is all you know. You don't know it is love, of course, all you know is that some soft, good-smelling person holds you, feeds you, talks to you and empties your pants when they are full. As you age you come to realize this feeling is, indeed, love, and mommy and daddy become the center of your universe. You love them more than anything, other than your dog, your bike and your sister, of course, if you must. It is an all-encompassing, all-consuming love that warms you like the sun and sustains you like the air you breathe. And that brand of love is all you know until one day a blonde girl across the classroom bats her eyes at you or a dark-eyed boy in the hall gives you a crooked, pimply grin, and your insides turn to warm mush. At first you think you might have gotten a bad taco at lunch, but no, it is love.
JEFF MULLIN
"Love is a lifelong thrill ride", Enid News, February 14, 2016
When we're young, we think it will never work out for the long-term, so we let our minds and hearts wander, missing the point of it all. But as we get older, then we realize what love is, and we think back to past situations where we would've, should've and could've done it differently but when we go to reconcile we find that he/she has moved on. We try to do the same, but it never works out because we are comparing, comparing what he have to what we want, or what we had, only to find out that it will never be the same. You may love the next person, but your heart knows that no connection will ever be as great as the first time.
IDOTHIS4THELOVE
"Dating & Relationships: Do You Ever Get Over Your First Love?", Inscribe Magazine, September 1, 2016
Hurry not a woman's favor; neither forcer her hastily to surrender to thee. For she goeth into love as she goeth into the waters at the seashore; first a hand and then a lip goeth she in by littles. She diveth not, she leapeth not from the pier; but by gentle shocks and cries of protest she entereth slowly; yet when the waters of love encompass her, then she is supported. She swimmeth in her joy; she floateth on the tide of happiness.
GELETT BURGESS
The Maxims of Methuselah
Love, by reason of its passion, destroys the in-between which relates us to and separates us from others. As long as its spell lasts, the only in-between which can insert itself between two lovers is the child, love's own product. The child, this in-between, to which the lovers now are related and which they hold in common, is representative of the world in that it also separates them; it is an indication that they will insert a new world into the existing world. Through the child, it is as though the lovers return to the world from which their love had expelled them. But this new worldliness, the possible result and the only possibly happy ending of a love affair, is, in a sense, the end of love, which must either overcome the partners anew or be transformed into another mode of belonging together.
HANNAH ARENDT
The Human Condition
Love is a king who reigns without laws.
SPANISH PROVERB
Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number
Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this purpose only.
Only to love and to be loved again.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
"The Children of the Lord's Supper"
Ah, cruel 'tis to love,
And cruel not to love,
But cruelest of all
To love and love in vain.
ANACREON
"Ode XXIX", Odes
The caresses over which love presides are always pure.
HONORÉ DE BALZAC
Physiology of Marriage
Love must be first and last, the part, the whole;
Must fill the human void as ocean fills
Its broadest channels, ancient as the hills,
And slightest shell o'er which its waters roll.
WILLIAM WILSEY MARTIN
"Love"
So love is rest? The cosy corner? The little nook?
Sometimes it ought to be.
Sometimes it is.
DORIS LESSING
Play with a Tiger
If you have given up your heart ... you have already lost. A heartless creature is a loveless creature, and a loveless creature is a beast.
STEPHEN KING
The Drawing of the Three
Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one's mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one name on the lips--a name which comes up continually, rising, like the water in a spring, from the depths of the soul to the lips, a name which one repeats over and over again, which one whispers ceaselessly, everywhere, like a prayer.
GUY DE MAUPASSANT
"Was it a Dream?"