In Love Quotes
In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life.
I wish I was better at art. I love some of the great artists of the 19th century and, compared to them, I just feel I lack this technique that they had. They have so much skill.
In love abides all knowledge. It is mankind's love and interest in things that in time reveals their secret.
Music, the word we use in our everyday language, is nothing less than the picture of our Beloved. It is because music is the picture of our Beloved that we love music.
We need a balanced, long term energy policy to reduce our dependence on foreign oil and preserve the beauty of the land we love.
I need my products to work and be fast! I don't love having 50 different things in my bathroom, like a different cream for every inch of my face. That's so not me.
I, for one, love strength, daring, fortitude. I do not want people to kill the fight in them; I want them to fight for right things.
The experiences of the heartless are so limited. It is hate that is blind. Love may miss a flaw here and there, but hate misses beauty everywhere.
Everything we have is everything we love - it's basically like we picked for our homes and then just put it for sale in a store.
It is well to write love letters. There are certain things for which it is not easy to ask your mistress face to face, like money for instance.
Civilization is first of all a moral thing. Without truth, respect for duty, love of neighbor, and virtue, everything is destroyed. The morality of a society is alone the basis of civilization.
Man is saved by love and duty, and by the hope that springs from duty, or rather from the moral facts of consciousness, as a flower springs from the soil.
We yearn, as spirit children of our Heavenly Father, for that joy which we once had with Him in the life before this one. His desire is to grant us that sacred wish for unity out of His love for us.
What all of us long for in our hearts, at Christmastime and always, is to feel bound together in love with the sweet assurance that it can last forever.
Our Heavenly Father wants our hearts to be knit together. That union in love is not simply an ideal. It is a necessity
As much as I do love real-life stories they can often make you hurt in a way I'd rather not hurt. . . . For some reason, it's always the pain that gets you.
It is strange to talk of miracles, revelations, inspiration, and the like, as things past, while love remains.
A man may acquire a taste for wine or brandy, and so lose his love for water, but should we not pity him.
I know of no redeeming qualities in myself but a sincere love for some things, and when I am reproved I fall back on to this ground.
The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.
There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.
Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain, And he who followeth Love's behest Far excelleth all the rest!
A boy's will is the wind's will, and the thought's of youth are long, long thoughhts
The market-place, the eager love of gain, Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pain!
Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.
I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.
Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand.
The soul is a temple; and God is silently building it by night and by day. Precious thoughts are building it; disinterested love is building it; all-penetrating faith is building it.
A man should fear when he only enjoys what good he does publicly. Is it not the publicity rather than the charity he loves? Is it not vanity, rather than benevolence, that gives such charities?
It is an altogether wrong idea that the modern product of civilization is less susceptible to love. I sometimes think it is the other way.
The tragedy of our time is that we've got it backwards, we've learned to love techniques and use people.
To live one's love and hatred, to live that which one is means defeat, resignation, and death. The crimes of society, the hell that man has made or man become unconquerable cosmic forces.
The march of conquest through wild provinces, may be the march of Mind; but not the march of Love.