The more one judges, the less one loves.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.
There's no love like a lost love and no pain like a broken heart.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.
In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it, but there's less of you.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
Where there is love there is life.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
It was always about love. Always, always about love. Lost love, love denied, the obsessive hunger for love. Parental or romantic. Whether it was twisted or pure, fulfilled or unrequited, love was always at the source.
I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood
With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes....
Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.
Look, we know we screwed up when we were in the majority. We fell in love with power. We spent way too much money - especially on earmarks. There was too much corruption when we ran this place. We were guilty. And that's why we lost.
Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.
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