Love Quotes

I believe love is primarily a choice and only sometimes a feeling. If you want to feel love, choose to love and be patient.

I don’t think anyone can DO anything that would make him worthy of love. Love is a gift and cannot be earned. It can only be given.

You can't love anyone until you understand that you can't love everyone.

Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?

There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.

Gravity. It keeps you rooted to the ground. In space, there's not any gravity. You just kind of leave your feet and go floating around. Is that what being in love is like?

Sometimes when you look back on a situation, you realize it wasn't all you thought it was. A beautiful girl walked into your life. You fell in love. Or did you? Maybe it was only a childish infatuation, or maybe just a brief moment of vanity.

Think about a woman. Doesn't know you're thinking about her. Doesn't care you're thinking about her. Makes you think about her even more.

What is it about possessing things? Why do we feel the need to own what we love, and why do we become jerks when we do? We've all been there-- you want something, to possess it. By possessing something you lose it. You finally win the girl of your dreams, the first thing you do is change her. The little things she does with her hair, the way she wears her clothes or the way she chews her gum. Pretty soon what you like, what you changed, what you don't like, blends together like a watercolor in the rain.

To be brave is to love someone unconditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.

How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!

Love isn't a decision. It's a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.

Love is the big booming beat which covers up the noise of hate.

Just because you love someone doesn't mean you have to be involved with them. Love is not a bandage to cover wounds.

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.

We can only learn to love by loving.

Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.

Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience.

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do…?

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.

The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.

Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.

'Light fuse and get away' may work for a Roman candle, but not so much for the wrath of a woman scorned.

Some relationships start with fights... But, usually only in romantic comedies. Life's not the movies.

A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes unnecessary.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

Maybe kissing is sort of like nature's coffee.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

Women are often under the impression that men are much more madly in love with them than they really are.

Such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest.

I always like a good math solution to any love problem.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

A good relationship is like fireworks: loud, explosive, and liable to maim you if you hold on too long.

When you're a teenager and you're in love, it's obvious to everyone but you and the person you're in love with.

Passion is seldom the end of any story, for it cannot long endure if it is not soon supplemented with true affection and mutual respect.

You can't show love to someone at the expense of someone else who loves you.

You make me understand how wonderful it is for little lizards when they find that one special rock that's perfect for sunning themselves on. You make me lizard-happy.

Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points. They're never total fits or misfits.

The perversity of the human spirit is such that when a young lady longs for one specific partner, every other partner counts for nothing.

When a person is uncertain in love, there is nothing easier than for him to put one and one together and to make three out of them.

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

People are such great mysteries. Just when we think we have understood them, a wonderful new aspect shows in them.

In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That the unfinished business between us. Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

For aught that I could ever read, could ever hear by tale or history, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove :
O, no! it is an ever fixed mark.

Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, that he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell!

O, how this spring of love resembleth the uncertain glory of an April day!

Some cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love is blind, and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit.

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.

If love be blind, it best agrees with night.

What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red...

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound.

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity.

I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.

Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous, and it pricks like a thorn.

The hind that would be mated by the lion must die for love.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting.

She cannot love, nor take no shape nor project or affection, she is so self-endeared.

Love lacked a dwelling, and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was lodged and newly deified.

But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.

By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.

And ruin'd love when it is built anew,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes...
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange
That even our loves should with our fortunes change.
For 'tis a question left us yet to prove,
Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

The chameleon Love can feed on the air.

Love's best habit is a soothing tongue.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

My love admits no qualifying dross.

Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear:
That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming
The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

Doubt that the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; where little fear grows great, great love grows there.

Against love's fire fear's frost hath dissolution.

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth.

Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love:
Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
Let every eye negotiate for itself,
And trust no agent.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground.

Love's reason's without reason.

But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise.

Belike you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together.

If that the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

Love is begun by time; and that I see in passages of proof, time qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love a kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.

Now my love is thaw'd; which, like a waxen image 'gainst a fire, bears no impression of the thing it was.

Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.

When love begins to sicken and decay, it useth an enforced ceremony.

Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies;
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

They wouldn't call it falling in love if you didn't get hurt sometimes, but you just pick yourself up and move on.

There’s some people in this world who you can just love and love and love no matter what.

The best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.

Breaking up isn’t something that gets done to you; it’s something that happens with you.

That’s who you really like. The people you can think out loud in front of.

I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

When people mean to be good to you, you don't mind very much when they're not quite—always.

She makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.

The more I know of the world, the more am I convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!

We certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions. All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one; you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.

It is the caring and sharing that count—love is not prevented by the things and the time that you haven’t shared.

Our hearts can deceive us. Our hearts cannot reason. They cannot judge a man's character. All they can do is see a man and think, 'There is a fine specimen. He is handsome and attentive. He will father healthy children.' It is only our mind that we can trust. Our mind can catch him in lies. Our mind can fathom his honesty and honor.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Romania.

Fall not in love, therefore; it will stick to your face.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love, though I'd stepped in it a few times.

The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.

To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.

To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.

Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith.

For one human being to love another; that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.

'Tis the most tender part of love, each other to forgive.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

Never marry but for love; but see that thou lovest what is lovely.

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 a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.

Thousands have lived without love, not one without water.

When love is in excess it brings a man no honor nor worthiness.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.

He who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it possesses.

The enthusiasm of a woman's love is even beyond the biographer's.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love.

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you'll be so close as to be living inside each other's skins.

The first duty of love is to listen.

How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?

Love, while always forgiving of imperfections and mistakes, can never cease to will their removal.

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

Everybody can be great... because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

Love is friendship set on fire.

Age does not protect you from love, but love to some extent protects you from age.

Love is a sign from the heavens that you are here for a reason.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

Love doesn't make the world go round. Love makes the ride worthwhile.

Absence is to love as wind is to fire; It extinguishes the small and kindles the great.

To give and not expect return, that is what lies at the heart of love.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world.

He loves but little who can say and count in words how much he loves.

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes -- and the stars through his soul.

Real love stories never have endings.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says: 'I need you because I love you.'

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

I was in love with loving.

Better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved, loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

Try as you will, you cannot annihilate that eternal relic of the human heart, love.

They say love is around every corner. I must be walking in circles.

I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.

Intense love does not measure, it just gives.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

There is more hunger in the world for love and appreciation than for bread.

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.

If Jack's in love, he's no judge of Jill's beauty.

Love means loving the unlovable - or it is no virtue at all.

If we discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved them.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night.

He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

The odds of not meeting in this life are so great that every meeting is like a miracle. It's a wonder that we don't make love to every single person we meet.

Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.

Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.

Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.

If you would be loved, love and be lovable.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.

Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.

When you're comfortable with someone you love, the silence is the best.

You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later, when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip.

If you think there are no new frontiers, watch a boy ring the front doorbell on his first date.

I am certainly not an authority on love because there are no authorities on love, just those who've had luck with it and those who haven't.

To love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.

Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.

The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.

Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Sex alleviates tension. Love causes it.

Civilized people need love for full sexual satisfaction.

It is impossible to love and to be wise.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep burning, unquenchable.

If you wish to be loved, show more of your faults than your virtues.

A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he's finished.

Getting divorced just because you don't love a man is almost as silly as getting married just because you do.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.

You are what you love. Not what loves you.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

Love is the idler's occupation, the warrior's relaxation, and the soverign's ruination.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Life is one fool thing after another where as love is two fool things after each other.

Love is energy of life.

Love is a verb.

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

Love's always a little lonely in the beginning.

If music be the food of love, play on.

We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things with great love.

Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays.

The laws of gravity cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

The giving of love is an education in itself.

I know of only one duty, and that is to love.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.

To be wise and love exceeds man's might.

Life is but a brief moment. The years go by quickly and old age arrives suddenly before we have an inkling. People desire so many things and waste their days in vain. Some yearn for gold, others for power, yet others for glory and a higher station. But when death's moment nears and they look back at their lives they've lived, they realise they've been happy only during those moments when they've loved.

Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock.

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Whoso loves believes the impossible.

The greatest pleasure of life is love.

That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way after us.

Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

If, as I can't help suspecting, the dead also feel the pains of separation (and this may be one of their purgatorial sufferings), then for both lovers, and for all pairs of lovers without exception, bereavement is a universal and integral part of our experience of love.

To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say and to finish without knowing what you have written.

Love takes up where knowledge leaves off.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.

We need not think alike to love alike.

Why be something to everybody when you can be everything to somebody?

Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.

Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.

Love is the master key which opens the gates of happiness.

Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.

Love means having to say you're sorry every fifteen minutes.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.

Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

Love is needing to be loved.

There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started out with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love.

No human relation gives one possession in another...every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship and in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.

Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equaled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.

Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step; for lasting passion is the dream of a harlot and from it we wake in despair.

Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step; for lasting passion is the dream of a harlot and from it we wake in despair.

And what�s romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it�s always daisy-time.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

My wife is as handsome as when she was a girl, and I...fell in love with her; and what is more, I have never fallen out.

Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.

Love is repaid by love alone!

Where there is no exaggeration there is no love, and where there is no love there is no understanding.

If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly into which love hast made thee run, though hast not loved.

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.

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.

People who are not in love fail to understand how an intelligent man can suffer because of a very ordinary woman. This is like being surprised that anyone should be stricken with cholera because of a creature so insignificant as the comma bacillus.

In his younger days a man dreams of possessing the heart of the woman whom he loves; later, the feeling that he possesses the heart of a woman may be enough to make him fall in love with her.

What a profound significance small things assume when the woman we love conceals them from us.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

Life in abundance comes only through great love.

The love we give away is the only love we keep.

The essence of romantic love is not the company of a lover but the pursuit.

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.