What Is Love Quotes

Some people say I would love to take a selfie with Moses. Do you understand the gap between Moses and God?

My love came back to me Under the November tree Shelterless and dim. He put his hand upon my shoulder, He did not think me strange or older, Nor I, him.

I live near San Francisco in the most beautiful spot on earth and enjoy myself in many ways. Yes, I love to work, which for now is to think and read and write, so it's all a dream come true.

The trust is a matter of love and faith is a matter of truth. The two together give you the guidance that you look for.

When once the mind has raised itself to grasp and to delight in excellence, those who love most will be found to love most wisely.

If you have beautiful knees, show your knees. I'm not a puritan. I love skin.

My love of fashion stemmed from my mother's passion for it.

I have no tolerance for boredom. I spend so many hours in the office, and I still love it.

I don't love reading so much, but I love book shopping.

I’ve reached a certain age where I love to work. I could just live here [at the studio].

I like cold. I really like to go to cold towns. I love gray. I love winter.

Young women that would not be thought coquettish, and old men that would not be ridiculous, should never talk of love, as if they had any concern in it.

The truest comparison we can make of love is to liken it to a fever; we have no more power over the one than the other, either as to its violence or duration.

Some men are so full of themselves that when they fall in love, they amuse themselves rather with their own passion than with theperson they love.

Lovers, when they are no longer in love, find it very hard to break up.

The breeding we give young people is ordinarily but an additional self-love, by which we make them have a better opinion of themselves.

The reason that lovers never weary each other is because they are always talking about themselves.

Love, all agreeable as it is, charms more by the fashion in which it displays itself, than by its own true merit.

Of all the violent passions, the one that becomes a woman best is love.

It is far better to be deceived than undeceived by those whom we tenderly love.

Self-love is more cunning than the most cunning man in the world.

A respectable man may love madly, but not foolishly.

In love deceit almost always outstrips distrust.

Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear.

In their early passions women are in love with the lover, later they are in love with love.

Jealousy is always born with love, but does not die with it. In jealousy there is more of self-love than of love to another.

In friendship, as in love, we are often more happy from the things we are ignorant of than from those we are acquainted with.

A woman often thinks she regrets the lover, when she only regrets the love.

There are few people who would not be ashamed of being loved when they love no longer.

The more we love, the nearer we are to hate.

When a man is in love, he doubts, very often, what he most firmly believes.

It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures.

Love often leads on to ambition, but seldom does one return from ambition to love.

If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.

There are two sorts of constancy in love one arises from continually discovering in the loved person new subjects for love, the other arises from our making a merit of being constant.

If one judges love according to the greatest part of the effects it produces, it would appear to resemble rather hatred than kindness.

We may sooner be brought to love them that hate us, than them that love us more than we would have them do.

There are some people who would never have fallen in love if they had not heard there was such a thing.

We forgive just so long as we love.

We pardon as long as we love.

Friendship is only a reciprocal conciliation of interests, and an exchange of good offices; it is a species of commerce out of which self-love always expects to gain something.

In love deceit nearly always goes further than mistrust.

We feel good and ill only in proportion to our self-love.

Friendship is a traffic wherein self-love always proposes to be the gainer.

There are several remedies which will cure love, but there are no infallible ones.

Prudence and love are inconsistent; in proportion as the last increases, the other decreases.

Nothing is so capable of diminishing self-love as the observation that we disapprove at one time what we approve at another.

Self-love, as it happens to be well or ill conducted, constitutes virtue and vice.

Whatever discoveries we may have made in the regions of self-love, there still remain many unknown lands.

As long as we love, we can forgive.