Love Quotes

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.