My nonviolence demands universal love, and you are not a small part of it.
To fall for," "to be fallen for"--I feel in these words something unspeakably vulgar, farcical, and at the same time extraordinarily complacent. Once these expressions put in an appearance, no matter how solemn the place, the silent cathedrals of melancholy crumble, leaving nothing but an impression of fatuousness. It is curious, but the cathedrals of melancholy are not necessarily demolished if one can replace the vulgar "What a messy business it is to be fallen for" by the more literary "What uneasiness lies in being loved.
A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.
Cupid is anything but cute. As for handing our hearts, he’s more likely to rip them out. (Julian) But he can make people fall in love. (Selena) No. What he offers is an illusion. No power from above can make one human love another. Love comes from within the heart. (Julian)
Draw a circle, not a heart, around the one you love because a heart can break but a circle goes on forever.
Sometimes, in difficult circumstances, one can confuse compassion with love.
Cruelty is the highest pleasure to the cruel man; it is his love.
God is an experience of supreme love.
Americans love to read about violence.
Children are like little angels - there's no way you can't love them.
I love road trips! My husband and I love that. We bought a truck with a bench seat so we could put the dog in the middle.
I dictate entirely how the team is prepared, and I am a hands-on coach; I love to be out there with the players taking the sessions.
Love is our response to our highest values.
Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
I want him to know I love him. I want him to feel that we both tried, but this was way too big for us: we aren't going to survive this. Even if I hadn't done what I did with Mal, almost all the strings of our marriage have been severed; waiting together to say goodbye is the last one. Once it has been cut, only love will remain. And it takes more than love--no matter how fervent, deep and passionate--to keep two people together.
Love can only consist in failure. . . on the fallacious assumption that it is a relationship. But it is not. It is a production of truth.
Truth makes love possible; love makes truth bearable.
If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, Give me a bitter glory.
I just love working. I really enjoy the work, whatever it is.
There will be sex after death, we just won't be able to feel it.