LOVE QUOTES XXXIX

quotations about love

Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.

GRAHAM GREENE

The Heart of the Matter

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Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

G. K. CHESTERTON

attributed, Life is a Verb

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The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

G. K. CHESTERTON

"The Advantages of Having One Leg", On Lying in Bed and Other Essays


This is love: You stop bothering about the universal, the general, get sucked instead into the local and particular: When will I see her again? What shall we do today? Do you like these shoes? Theory and reflection are delicate old uncles bustled out of the way by the boisterous nephews action and desire. Themes evaporate, only plot remains.

GLEN DUNCAN

The Last Werewolf

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Love others and as you do, that love will return to you.

CLAY AIKEN

Learning to Sing: Hearing the Music in Your Life

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No rose without a thorn, nor love without a rival.

TURKISH PROVERB


Love is like butter, it goes well with bread.

YIDDISH PROVERB


A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes, and hearts, and ears; bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, killed by dissembling, buried by ingratitude; and this is love.

JOHN LYLY

Gallathea and Midas


All love's details burned bright. Surely they meant something? Surely they were enough? But they came and went and there we still were, with new unfillable space between us.

GLEN DUNCAN

By Blood We Live

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Love's the big hint life can't stop dropping, the biggest beguilement of all.

GLEN DUNCAN

By Blood We Live


There is hope for all the colored people in this country while one white woman can love one colored man.

PETER ABRAHAMS

The Path of Thunder

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I suppose it may be God's way of telling us to love people while they're here, because tomorrow they may be gone. I guess that's a pretty sorry answer, but I'm afraid it's the only one I've got.

DAVID BALDACCI

Wish You Well

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There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

LA ROCHEFOUCAULD

Maxims

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Nuptial love maketh mankind; friendly love perfecteth it; but wanton love corrupteth, and embaseth it.

SIR FRANCIS BACON

"Of Love", Essays, or Counsels Civil and Moral


It was always about love. Always, always about love. Lost love, love denied, the obsessive hunger for love. Parental or romantic. Whether it was twisted or pure, fulfilled or unrequited, love was always at the source.

JAMES W. HALL

Magic City

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It is not love that he feels for me. It is more like a constant resentment that has become such a habit to him that to have it removed, like an aching tooth, brings him no relief.

PHILIPPA GREGORY

The Boleyn Inheritance


Love, however doomed, had the capacity to attach buoys to the soul.

ARIANA FRANKLIN

Mistress of the Art of Death

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A man in love prefers his passion to every other consideration, and is fonder of his mistress than he is of virtue. Should she prove vicious, she makes vice lovely in his eyes.

WILLIAM HAZLITT

Characteristics


Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junkmail. You can't be ready for such a thing any more than salt water taffy gets you ready for the ocean.

DANIEL HANDLER

Adverbs


I loved a being, an idea of my own mind, which had no real existence. I concreted this abstract of perfection, I annexed this fictitious quality to the idea presented by a name; the being, whom that name signified, was by no means worthy of this. This is the truth: Unless I am determinedly blind -- unless I am resolved causelessly and selfishly to seek destruction, I must see it. Plain! is it not plain? I loved a being; the being, whom I loved, is not what she was; consequently, as love appertains to mind, and not body, she exists no longer. I regret when I find that she never existed, but in my mind; yet does it not border on willful deception, deliberate, intentional self-deceit, to continue to love the body, when the soul is no more?

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

letter to Thomas Jefferson Hogg, Jun. 2, 1811