"Face Again" is actually the most George Saunders-y song. Basically the verses, I'm describing a world where love is being killed, and then in the first chorus, I'm sort of protesting it. It's like, "I don't think you know what's best for me. " And then by the end, it's like I've given in, and it becomes very desperate.
Not to love is, psychically, spiritually, to die. To live for yourself alone, hoarding your life for your own sake, is in almost every sense that matters to reduce your life to a life hardly worth the living, and thus to lose it.
Love is illogical. You fall into it like a manhole. Then you're just stuck. You die in love more than you live in love.
Love is the only effective counter to death.
This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.
I love training and I love being able to kick ass.
I just really love being in my pajamas.
Love is such a fleeting emotion. It's such a small part of the things you do in your life.
The desire for love is universal but that has never meant it’s worthy of respect. It’s not admirable to want love, it just is.
We seem to be riding on the top of the highest mast of the tallest ship; and yet at the same time we know that nothing of this sort matters; love is not proved thus, nor great achievements completed thus; so that we sport with the moment and preen our feathers in it lightly.
Love is the image of ourself until ourself destroys us.
Love is always changing and, unless we stay aware and change with it, it eludes us.
love is that burning fire which devours everything and shall never, never cease in all the endless ages to come.
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.
There is not so agonizing a feeling in the whole catalogue of human suffering as the first conviction that the heart of the being whom we most tenderly love is estranged from us.
Love has its source in God, for love is the very essence of His being.
Love is the answer At least for most of the questions in my heart Why are we here and where do we go And how come it's so hard
Hate and love are essentially the same in that the person who loves is as easily manipulated as a person who hates
That will to love is very powerful. But it doesn't always win.
Love is apt to make lunatics of even men and saints.