Danh ngôn thuộc danh mục: love

There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.

Americans love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle.

Anything will give up its secrets if you love it enough. Not only have I found that when I talk to the little flower or to the little peanut they will give up their secrets, but I have found that when I silently commune with people, they give up their secrets also - if you love them enough.

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

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

Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.

Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars.

I love those connections that make this big old world feel like a little village.

I'm a people lover. I love interacting with different people as I meet them, and I think people are one of God's greatest creations, I really do. They're interesting and intriguing.

If no pain, then no love. If no darkness, no light. If no risk, then no reward. It's all or nothing. In this damn world, it's all or nothing.

One way to feel good about yourself is to love yourself... to take care of yourself.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Genuine and true love is so rare that when you encounter it in any form, it's a wonderful thing, to be utterly cherished in whatever form it takes.

When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.

The inner reality of love can be recognized only by love.

Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.

Life is really not easy, we all have our personal battles, but it is important that you really treasure yourself, love yourself and have a sense of self-worth.

Love has a tide!

Knowledge is love and light and vision.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.

The journey from teaching about love to allowing myself to be loved proved much longer than I realised.

Love comes unseen; we only see it go.

For each of us, life is a journey. Heavenly Father designed it for us out of love. Each of us has unique experiences and characteristics, but our journey began in the same place before we were born into this world.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

Do what you love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.

You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.

To love abundantly is to live abundantly, and to love forever is to live forever.

The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough is love.

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.

It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.

There is no friendship, no love, like that of the parent for the child.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.

When my, British-Church of England mother married my, Canadian-Jewish Father, the deal was that she would embrace Judaism, but wouldn't give up her Christmas tree. So, I grew up with Christmas every year. I loved it then and I love it now.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.

The more one judges, the less one loves.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

The minute you decide to do what you love to do, you have made a life plan for yourself and a career choice.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Never forget the three powerful resources you always have available to you: love, prayer, and forgiveness.

Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

Adultery is the application of democracy to love.

Is it not by love alone that we succeed in penetrating to the very essence of being?