We Are Love Quotes
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her.
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
The love that previously dared not speak its name has now grown hoarse from screaming it.
I loved you ere I knew you; know you now, And having known you, love you better still.
Your lines, I maintain it, are poetry, and good poetry.... Friendship... had I been so blest as to have met with you in time, might have led me - God of love only knows where.
I've always taken my love of children from my father. He was a children magnet. Suddenly, having my first child hit home what my dad went through.
I loved Molly. Or at least I told myself I did. Or, if what I felt for her was not love, it was at least a plausible imitation, a convincing substitute.
I was digging for stuff in a used bookstore, and I came upon 'Little Sister.' I fell in love with Chandler that night. I fell right down the rabbit hole of crime fiction.
Oh well, I will say here, knowing each man, let you find a good wife too, and love her as hard as you can.
In the theatre, you are in love with what is on the stage, with the moment. You just don't get that with movies or videos, or TV, where you know that what you are seeing is repeatable.
A lot of fans know that I love motorcycles. That's a big love of mine. I could spend days on the bike if I had the time.
Sometimes directors will hire you and say, 'Oh, we love your work.' And then they start to tell you how to do it. I say, 'Hey, man, back off. You hired me to do it. Let me do it.'
I love fire. I just think it's hypnotic and great, but I've got to tell you - on a sound stage, that stuff scares me.
I love the fans, and I respect the fans, and I want them to go out and support movies.
You know how cunningly mankind is planned: We have one loving and one hating hand. The loving's made to hold each other like, While with the hating other hand we strike.
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air.
Lord, I have loved Your sky, Be it said against or for me, Have loved it clear and high, Or low and stormy...
Let those possess the land, and only those, Who love it with a love so strong and stupid That they may be abused and taken advantage of And made fun of by business, law, and art.
Yet some say Love by being thrall And simply staying possesses all In several beauty that Thought fares far To find fused in another star.
It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love.
Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
Only where love and need are one, And the work is play for mortal stakes Is the deed ever truly done For Heaven and the future's sakes
While knowledge of tools and the love of motif may be in your backpack, and all mountains may be measured by their previous heroes, art must exist for you in a place beyond the judgment of others.
