Listen up. Let me tell you something. A man ain’t a goddamn ax. Chopping, hacking, busting every goddamn minute of the day. Things get to him. Things he can’t chop down because they’re inside.
The last step in parental love involves the release of the beloved; the willing cutting of the cord that would otherwise keep the child in a state of emotional dependence.
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
Human love has little regard for the truth. It makes the truth relative, since nothing, not even the truth, must come between it and the beloved person.
In Chinese love stories the one who loves always starts by borrowing a book from the beloved.
Love, in its own nature, demands the perfecting of the beloved.
There are three kinds of love; unselfish, mutual, and selfish. The unselfish love is of the highest kind; The lover only minds the welfare of the beloved and does not care for his own sufferings. In mutual love the lover not only wants the happiness of his beloved; but has an eye towards his own happiness also. It is middling. The selfish love is the lowest. It only looks towards its own happiness, no matter whether the beloved suffers weal or woe.
None but God is loved in the exist- ent things. It is He who is manifest within every beloved to the eye of every lover – and there is nothing in the existent realm that is not a lover
Hence from all we have hitherto said, it is clear beloved Catholics that we cannot approve the opinions which some [Protestants, Jews, and other heretics] comprise under the head of Americanism [freedom].
Man's highest joy is in victory: to conquer one's enemies; to pursue them; to deprive them of their possessions; to make their beloved weep; to ride on their horses; and to embrace their wives and daughters.
The last man! Yes I may well describe that solitary being's feelings, feeling myself as the last relic of a beloved race, my companions extinct before me.
Love preserves one moment for ever, the moment of its birth. The beloved never ages.
I'm only a tool, beloved. Not your Savior
We've gotten lost in our Ego and have forgotten that our Soul's only motive is to merge with the Beloved.
Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. ever thine ever mine ever ours
We all belong to the nasty stinking little human race, & of course it is not nice for God's beloved vermin to scoff at each other. . . Oh, we are a nasty little lot-& to think there are people who would like to save us & continue us. It won't happen if I have any influence.
Would it be all right? Would it be all right to go ahead and feel? Go ahead and count on something?
The telephone becomes an instrument of torture in the demonic hands of a beloved who doesn't call.
Hear and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was: O my Best Beloved, when the tame animals were wild.
Beloved Beowulf, remember how you boasted, Once, that nothing in the world would ever Destroy your fame; fight to keep it, Now, be strong and brave, my noble King, protecting life and fame Together. My sword will fight at your side!