On Love Quotes

By encouraging the critic in themselves (the hater) they have killed the artist (the lover).

With you, it's... I don't even know how to say it. It's like you're a work of art. Every time I'm with you, I see something new. Something beautiful.

When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge.

The boy took my sketchbook.

I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark.

How lucky I am to lose sleep over such a work of art.

You'll live through my words and my pictures, and I'll live somewhere the skies are blue.

Art contained an undefined mystery that spoke to her soul.

A chord that becomes a melodious delusion, In polar discrepancy from blue to yellow painted, In yellow I existed, with digoxin’s deadly illusion, Like Van Gogh’s stars in a bright night untainted.

We write to go on living, after we have died.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

Don't just create art to make money. Make money so you can create more art. (Exchange any words you want for 'create art' and see if it fits).

Yes, she is.” His eyes remained on Olivia, but she wasn’t aware he was watching her. “With art, I believe anything created with profound heart is captured compulsively beautifully.

The serenity of the lulling ocean is a wondrous thing to behold..more precious than the gems coveted and covered in platinum or gold...

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

You are the Poem I dreamed of writing, the Masterpiece I longed to paint. You are the shining Star I reached for in my ever hopeful quest for life fulfilled. Yes, I am Blessed.

Soft on the neck of either dove love's hands let slip the reins: and while we look for light of love, love's twilight wanes...

Everything is fair in love and art.

Hard and dry, a chickpea is inedible.Hard and dry, a heart is unlovable.Presoak it in dance, music and art.

A heart favours love, a head favours work, a heart and head both favours hobby.

My early and invincible love of reading--I would not exchange for the treasures of India.

Books are best preserved in the minds of readers.

Love is quite like reading, I expect. Once you know how, you can't ever imagine not doing it.

I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?

And then I keep reading, anyway—but not just because I like the story. I like knowing that I'm touching her with my words. That they're crawling in her ears as she sleeps.

It was like that kid had been born knowing how to read. He was only in the second grade but he loved to read stories by himself - and he never asked anybody else to read to him.

Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.

Reading brings us unknown friends.” — Honoré de Balzac

The greatest treasures are books.

Some of the most beautiful things worth having in your life come wrapped in a crown of thorns.

Where there is no love, put love -- and you will find love.

A wise woman knows when to stay silent. However, a wiser woman of faith knows that sometimes words can win the battle, when all odds stand against her.

Gratitude and love are always multiplied when you give freely. It is an infinite source of contentment and prosperous energy.

And your own heart generates enough pressure as it pumps blood throughout your body that it could squirt blood up to 30 feet. (I’ve never tried this, and I don’t recommend it.)

True love is deep spiritual affection.

Deep spiritual affection is divinity of two souls but oneness in spirit.

God requires two things: ‘pure love’ and ‘true justice’. Everywhere else there is relative justice. Where ‘pure love’ and ‘true justice’ exist, there comes the grace of God!

The amount of abhorrence that departs, that much of ‘Pure Love’ arises. When abhorrence goes away completely, then Pure Love arises in totality. This is the only way.

Eternal love’ (sanatan sneha) is indeed moksha [ultimate liberation].

Where you don’t see pure love, there is indeed no path to moksha [ultimate liberation] there. Where there is a fee, there is no pure love there!

When there is not a trace of worldly love that is called ‘absolute ultimate love’ [paramarth prem]!

There is no problem if the other person pushes us but we have to make sure that we do not push the other person. Only then will we obtain the love of the other person!

One can become ‘Embodiment of Love’ [Prem Swaroop], only when there is no my-ness [mamata].

The fruit of worldly love is indeed revenge (vengeance).

No one asks about the truth and non-truth. Should one not think ‘why don’t others accept it even when I am right?’ It is because there is insistence and nagging behind that truth.

I love the way you lit candles, with the insistence that I never look, just so I can open my eyes and find the light in the darkness.

When I am centered on love I don't need to be better than you. I don't need to be rich. I don't even need to be extraordinary. When I am centered on love, who I am and where I am at is enough.

Your choice can either violate a spiritual principle of love or walk in it

Light and flow is what shifts the world’s vibration, not the stagnation and resistance that comes with opposition.

Everyone belongs to God. Rather black or white there is no colour for God. He loves all.