LOVE QUOTES LIII

quotations about love

Love is an immortal wound that cannot be closed up. A person loses something, a part of her soul, when she loves someone. And she goes about looking for that lost part of her soul, for she knows that otherwise she is incomplete and cannot be at rest. It is only when she is with the person she loves that she becomes complete again in herself; but the moment he leaves, she loses that part which he has taken with him and knows no rest till she has found him once more.

LIN YUTANG

Moment in Peking

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Ah, when love dies, women lose two and a half inches in height.

M. C. BEATON

Love, Lies and Liquor

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This love of ours, in so far as it is a love for one particular creature, is not perhaps a very real thing, since, though associations of pleasant or painful musings can attach it for a time to a woman to the extent of making us believe that it has been inspired by her in a logically necessary way, if on the other hand we detach ourselves deliberately or unconsciously from those associations, this love, as though it were in fact spontaneous and sprang from ourselves alone, will revive in order to bestow itself on another woman.

MARCEL PROUST

Within a Budding Grove


When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able together to contain it within ourselves. It radiates towards the loved one, finds there a surface which arrests it, forcing it to return to its starting-point, and it is this repercussion of our own feeling which we call the other's feelings and which charms us more then than on its outward journey because we do not recognise it as having originated in ourselves.

MARCEL PROUST

Within a Budding Grove

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Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black. We can't tell if it will survive us. But we can be sure that it's the last thing to go.

MARTIN AMIS

The Second Plane

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When you've lost all your play, guess what love becomes. Work. Work that gets harder every hour.

MARTIN AMIS

House of Meetings


True Christian love is not derived from things without, but floweth from the heart, as from a spring.

MARTIN LUTHER

Sermon XI, A Selection of the Most Celebrated Sermons of M. Luther and J. Calvin

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We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

MAYA ANGELOU

A Brave and Startling Truth


How far above all price Love's costly wine,
Which can the meanest chalice make divine!

RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH

"Love"


Nothing is true but Love, nor aught of worth;
Love is the incense which doth sweeten earth.

RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH

"Love"


When you get in love you are made all over again. The person who loves you has picked you out of the great mass of uncreated clay which is humanity to make something out of, and the poor lumpish clay which is you wants to find out what it has been made into. But at the same time, you, in the act of loving somebody, become real, cease to be a part of the continuum of the uncreated clay and get the breath of life in you and rise up. So you create yourself by creating another person, who, however, has also created you, picked up the you-chunk of clay out of the mass. So there are two you's, the one you create by loving and the one the beloved creates by loving you. The farther those two you's are apart the more the world grinds and grudges on its axis. But if you loved and were loved perfectly then there wouldn't be any difference between the two you's or any distance between them. They would coincide perfectly, there would be perfect focus, as when a stereoscope gets the twin images on the card into perfect alignment.

ROBERT PENN WARREN

Four Quarters, 1970

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Whatever our religious practice, love has no religion. On the contrary love is a religion of its own.

SANJAY LEELA BHANSALI

"Bajirao Mastani is a tribute to Mughal-e-Azam: Sanjay Leela Bhansali", Firstpost, December 22, 2015


Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night.... You must not try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses.

SHERWOOD ANDERSON

"Death", Winesburg, Ohio

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Yes, life is but a waste,
A cheerless pathway, where
No healthy fruit allures the taste,
No flowerets balm the air,
If Love, the wild rose, ne'er luxuriates there.

WILLIAM B. TAPPAN

"Love"

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Love, I find is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Dust Tracks on a Road


All human love is a faint type of God's;
An echoing note from a harmonious whole;
A feeble spark from an undying flame;
A single drop from an unfathomed sea:
But God's is infinite; it fills the earth
And heaven, and the broad, trackless realms of space.

ALBERT LAIGHTON

"The Love of God"

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Oh, God, I know no joy as great as a moment of rushing into a new love, no ecstasy like that of a new love. I swim in the sky; I float; my body is full of flowers, flowers with fingers giving me acute, acute caresses, sparks, jewels, quivers of joy, dizziness, such dizziness. Music inside of one, drunkenness. Only closing the eyes and remembering, and the hunger, the hunger for more, more, the great hunger, the voracious hunger, and thirst.

ANAIS NIN

diary, May 30, 1934

Anaïs Nin (February 21, 1903 - January 14, 1977) was a French-Cuban American diarist, essayist, novelist and writer of short stories and erotica. Nin's most studied works are her diaries or journals, which detail her marriages to Hugh Parker Guiler and Rupert Pole, in addition to her numerous affairs, including those with psychoanalyst Otto Rank and writer Henry Miller.


To find love round your ways,
A shield in evil days;
A robe that keeps you warm,
As ermine, from the storm;
To wear it as a jewel-flame,
A cross of honor, with a royal name;
To sit a queen, unmoved
By want or grief--this is to be beloved.

CAROLINE SPENCER

"The Difference"

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Until Obi met Clara on board the cargo boat Sasa he had thought of love as another grossly over-rated European invention.

CHINUA ACHEBE

No Longer at Ease

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Need we say it was not love,
Now that love is perished?

EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY

"Passer Mortuus Est"

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