What Is Love Quotes

Even offering three hundred bowls of food three times a day does not match the spiritual merit gained in one moment of love.

I love to just go to the movies, watch movies, listen to the scores and all that 'cause that's, like, the next step for me.

I very rarely read any fiction. I love biographies; I read about all kinds of people. I love theology and some philosophy.

Love is not a contract between two narcissists.

I was uncomfortable writing fiction. My love was the personal essay rather than the novel.

Abundance is not a situation- it is an attitude.

Successful people pay more attention to their visions and goals than to history and the opinions of others.

Give people permission to be who they are and they will love, thank, and respect you forever.

I love a film where I get squished by two dumpsters or I fly through the air.

I wish I were the type who could walk into a place and have everybody love me. But I'm not, and there's no use wishing

Love, honor, and negotiate.

I love the smell of paper in the morning; it smells like victory.

There is only one thing that has power completely, and that is love.

My dad, Donald, was a vet and had a practice in Yorkshire. Cats and dogs were his bread and butter, but his greatest love was large animals.

We should confine booing in sports arenas to sport. I love a good boo as much as the next football fan.

The loss of love is the loss of all rights, even though one had them all.

The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.

Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.

To the Master's honor all must turn, each in its track, without a sound, forever tracing Newton's ground.

No fairer destiny could be allotted to any physical theory than that it should of itself point out the way to the introduction of a more comprehensive theory, in which it lives on as a limiting case.

When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second.

All these primary impulses, not easily described in words, are the springs of man's actions.

God may be subtle, but he isn't plain mean.

Man is not to be comprehended as a starting-point, or progress as a goal, without those two great forces , Faith and Love . Prayer is sublime.

It is only through love that we can attain to communion with God. All living knowledge of God rests upon this foundation: that we experience him in our lives as Will-to-love.

The love goes where it wants; you hear it rustling but you do not know where it's going and where it goes.

I love everybody that I work with, and we have so much fun.

What happened to romance? Sappy, soppy longhand love letters.

An angel once told me, "The inevitable consequence of love is the building of Temples."

I look at my books the way parents look at their children. The fact that one becomes more successful than the others doesn't make me love the less successful one any less.

I love traveling, but I hate planes.

What nature of being are we that even our dreams can be compromised?

I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink, this many and many a year.

A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

Each time we love,We turn a nearer and a broader markTo that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

I am strong against everything, except against the death of those I love. He who dies gains; he who sees others die loses.

Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.

Your life story is a novel; and people, though they love novels wound between two yellow paper covers, are oddly suspicious of those which come to them in living vellum.

Love without esteem cannot go far or reach high. It is an angel with only one wing.

You very seldom see a picture where you watch the process of falling in love.

Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor frolic, Only expanse melancholic, With never a note of thy exhilarating lays?

Fiction is love and hate and agreement and conflict and common adventure, not lonely musings on have-beens and might-have-beens.

When a writer talks about his work, he's talking about a love affair.

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.

We love but while we may; And therefore is my love so large for thee, Seeing it is not bounded save by love.

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.

Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.

Love is more cruel than lust.