LOVE QUOTES LIV

quotations about love

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


Love's a fire that needs renewal
Of fresh beauty for its fuel.

THOMAS CAMPBELL

Freedom and Love


Love was altogether more predatory. It was concerned with pursuit, capture, enjoyment; it was caused by beauty, the way raw red skin is caused by the sun; it was an appetite, like hunger or thirst, a physical discomfort that tortured you until it was satisfied.

K. J. PARKER

Devices and Desires


Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;
They lift their heavy lids, and look;
And, lo, what one sweet page can teach
They read with joy, then shut the book.

COVENTRY PATMORE

"The Revelation"

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Love isn't like money--the more you give away the more you get back, and the more you have to give.

S. M. STIRLING

The Sunrise Lands

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Love is like a good piece of wood: It just gets stronger and stronger as the years go by.

DAVID BALDACCI

The Christmas Train

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Love is an artful arrangement of artless pretensions, whereby we labor to appear innocent in what we desire to be most cunning.

NORMAN MACDONALD

Maxims and Moral Reflections


Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.

HONORE DE BALZAC

Pere Goriot

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Love has this in common with scruples, that it becomes embittered by the reflections and the thoughts that beset us to free ourselves.

JEAN DE LA BRUYÈRE

"Of the Affections", Les Caractères

Jean de La Bruyère (16 August 1645 - 11 May 1696) was a French philosopher and moralist noted for his satire. His Caractères, which appeared in 1688, captures the psychological, social, and moral profile of French society of his time.

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Love does not rust.

GERMAN PROVERB


Love creates, love cements, love enters and harmonizes all things.

EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON

The Wit and Wisdom of E. Bulwer-Lytton


In seeing there is love, in being seen there is abhorrence. One grins, trying to bear the pain of being seen. But not just anyone can be someone who only looks. If the one who is looked at looks back, then the person who was looking becomes the one who is looked at.

KOBO ABE

The Box Man

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

RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH

"Love"


Among all the many kinds of first love, that which begins in childish companionship is the strongest and most enduring: when passion comes to unite its force to long affection, love is at its spring-tide.

GEORGE ELIOT

Mr. Gilfil's Love Story


All love is lost but upon God alone.

WILLIAM DUNBAR

The Merle and the Nightingale

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You don't need scores of suitors. You need only one ... if he's the right one.

LOUISA MAY ALCOTT

Little Women


When love comes to town I'm gonna jump that train
When love comes to town I'm gonna catch that flame.
Maybe I was wrong to ever let you down
But I did what I did before love came to town.

U2

"When Love Comes to Town", Rattle and Hum


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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The kind of love my mum talks about is full of worry and work and forgiving people and putting up with things and stuff like that. It's not a lot of fun, that's for sure. If that really is love, the kind my mum talks about, then nobody can ever know if they love somebody, can they? It seems like what she's saying is, if you're pretty sure you love somebody, the way I was sure in those few weeks, then you can't love them, because that isn't what love is. Trying to understand what she means by love would do your head in.

NICK HORNBY

Slam


Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.

LOUISE ERDRICH

The Plague of Doves

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