All About Love Quotes ( 70 - 80 of 243 )
Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.
Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.
The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.
The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to read more
It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.
In everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.
In everything, satiety closely follows the greatest pleasures.
An isolated outbreak of virginity is a rash on the face of society. It arouses only pity from the married, read more
An isolated outbreak of virginity is a rash on the face of society. It arouses only pity from the married, and embarrassment from the single.
What we anticipate seldom occurs: but what we least expect generally happens.
What we anticipate seldom occurs: but what we least expect generally happens.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but read more
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but a man with a warm and friendly heart overflowing blessings, and his beneficence will extend to posterity.
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in read more
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
