I have a deep love for life and my fellow human beings. I try to understand everything that everybody does, even if it seems wrong to me.
I am amazed about how everyone wants to know about my love life. They whisper to me, 'Tell me the truth? Is it true?' Who cares? Because we have this job, we are to say to everybody what we do, or with whom we sleep? It's a bit absurd, but that's why everybody lies so much.
Maybe love is like rain. Sometimes gentle, sometimes torrential, flooding, eroding, joyful, steady, filling the earth, collecting in underground springs. When it rains, when we love, life grows.
I've seen the people who talk about their love lives in print invariably have doomed relationships with the person they're talking about.
Ignore me. I don’t want to talk about my nonexistent love life today.
In family life, love is the oil that eases friction.
Life loves the person who dares to live it.
We have to understand - not justify - what gives rise to this tragedy. It's not because they're looking for beautiful virgins in heaven, as Orientalists portray it. Palestinian people are in love with life. If we give them hope - a political solution - they'll stop killing themselves.
Unfortunately, my love life is nil. I'm working too much - but I would like to settle down at some point.
What is life without the radiance of love?
The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words; whereas the things one loves, lives, and dies for are not, in the last analysis completely expressible in words.
What seems different in yourself; that's the rare thing you possess. The one thing that gives each of us his worth, and that's just what we try to suppress. And we claim to love life.
I [have] love for others and love for life.
I can't retire from life. I love life too much and I cannot wait to start the day.
The heart is the chief feature of a functioning mind.
Living well is an art that can be developed: a love of life and ability to take great pleasure from small offerings and assurance that the world owes you nothing and that every gift is exactly that, a gift.
Thus her whole identity hangs in the balance of her love life. She is allowed to love herself only if a man finds her worthy of love.
To be beautiful lips - say kind words. To my eyes were beautiful - radiate good. A woman's beauty is not in the clothes, not in its shape or hairstyle. Beauty woman in her eyes, because the eyes - is the gateway to the heart, where love lives.
I love life, and I have a lot of gratitude. There have been a lot of bumps in the road, but my sense of humor gets me through a lot.
All things die not: while the soul lives, love lives: the song may be now gay, now plaintive, but it is deathless.