Love Is Quotes
I love being under pressure. Even the pressure put on me by the media. That is how you outdo yourself.
Love is rebellious bird that nobody can tame, and it's all in vain to call it if it chooses to refuse.
The most important tribute any human being can pay to a poem or a piece of prose he or she really loves is to learn it by heart. Not by brain, by heart; the expression is vital.
But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.
Think with your heart. See with your heart. Hear with your heart. Feel with your heart. Act with your hear. Speak with your heart. For love is the highest, most powerful, durable human capacity.
Nowadays love is a matter of chance, matrimony a matter of money and divorce a matter of course.
Love is not only blind, but a fool, a stumbling mess falling backwards through showroom doors into atmospheres unwelcoming of his presence.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
The strongest and purest love is not the one that starts from impressions, but the one that comes from admiration.
Love is the seed of all hope. It is the enticement to trust, to risk, to try, to go on.
Do not ask yourself if your love is big enough, because love is neither big nor small, it is simply love.
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
Love is the most ethically consistent experience, because selfishness and altruism no longer seem opposed or in conflict.
Time is so old and love so brief, love is pure gold and time a thief. We're late, darling, we're late, The curtain descends, everything ends, too soon, too soon.
Love is stolen in the shadows of the night. Though it's wrong all along, it keeps going on as long as they keep it out of sight.
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink.
Love is so exquisitely elusive. It cannot be bought, cannot be badgered, cannot be hijacked. It is available only in one rare form: as the natural response of a healthy mind and healthy heart.
It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know.
The fruit of love is service. The fruit of service is peace. And peace begins with a smile.
Pure love is in the will alone; it is no sentimental love, for the imagination has no part in it; it loves, if we may so express it, without feeling, as faith believes without seeing.
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.
Doing work you love is the dizzying path of saying yes to yourself and yes to a brilliant, hidden self you do not yet know.
Love is fickle and fleeting," Tsukiko continues. "It is rarely a solid foundation for decisions to be made upon, in any game.
A labor of love is exalted because it provides joy and self-expression to those who perform it.
Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?
