Love
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I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.
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I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too
There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.
Whoever loves much, performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.
Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Marius and Cosette were in the dark in regard to each other. They did not speak, they did not bow, they were not acquainted; they saw each other; and, like the stars in the sky separated by millions of leagues, they lived by gazing upon each other.
You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.
What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul
If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.
Love is the only future God offers.
I have been loving you a little more every minute since this morning.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves—say rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.