Quotes about Love

All my beautiful lovely safe world blew itself up here with a great gust of high explosive love.

They were walking through the March twilight where it was as warm as June, and the joy of youth filled his soul so that he felt he must speak. 'I think,' he said and his voice trembled, 'that if I lost faith in you I'd lose faith in God.' She looked at him with such a started face that he asked her the matter. 'Nothing,' she said slowly, 'only this: five men have said that to me before, and it frightens me.

All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase—'I love you.

Well, there I was, 'way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care.

She danced exceptionally well, drew cleverly but hastily, and had a startling facility with words, which she used only in love letters.

He put his arms around her, enclosing her completely as if he didn't want even the intangible to escape.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses--

For this is wisdom-- to love and live, To take what fate or the gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time-- let go.

The present was the thing--work to do and someone to love. But not to love too much, for he knew the injury that a father can do to a daughter or a mother to a son by attaching them too closely: afterward, out in the world, the child would seek in the marriage partner the same blind tenderness and, failing probably to find it, turn against love and life

To hold a man a woman has to appeal to the worst in him. This sentence was the thesis of most of his bad nights, of which he felt this was to be one. His mind had already started to play variations on the subject. Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush - these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment for the loss of his youth - bitter calomel under the thin sugar of love's exaltation.

The wrath of God is always exercised in the service of God's good purposes. It is the unconditional love of God manifested against anything that would frustrate or destroy the designs of his love.

God did not change his mind about us on account of the cross or on any other account. He did not need to have his mind changed. He was never opposed to us. It is not his opposition to us but our opposition to him that had to be overcome, and the only way it could be overcome was from God's side, by God's initiative, from inside human flesh — the human flesh of the Son. The divine hostility, or wrath of God, has always been an aspect of his love.