To live is like to love--all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it

We all love best not those who offend us least, nor those who have done most for us, but those who make it most easy for us to forgive them.

It is all for love. Which is a wonderful and dashing matter. But which can also be a very foolish thing.

One either loves, or waits for love, or banishes love for good. That is the full range of possible choices.

If love is a yearning to be like (even to become) the beloved, then hatred, it must be said, can be engendered by the same ambition, when it cannot be fulfilled.

Love food and I love to eat.

I think if I was not in love, I would probably let myself go faster. Love gives me the vanity to continue.

I think if I was not in love, I would probably let myself go faster. Love gives me the vanity to continue.

It's very easy to feel someone's pain when you love them.

The will to live is as strong as the will to love and be loved.

True love can come more than once.

We didn't have much, but we had love.

I play Orange County drums. I love those guys. I've got a four piece kit.

I can play punk rock, and I love playing punk rock, but I was into every other style of music before I played punk rock.

How easy it is to love.

He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck.

I've got four lovely children, ten lovely grandchildren, and I left parliament to devote more time to politics, and I think that what is really going on in Britain is a growing sense of alienation. People don't feel anyone listens to them.

Now he knew why he loved her so. Without ever leaving the ground, she could fly. 'There must be another one like you,' he whispered to her. 'There's got to be at least one more woman like you.

You don't have to love me but you damn well have to respect me.

Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love a free man is never safe.

You been gone too long, Sula. Not too long, but maybe too far.

Love is divine only and difficult always.

Something that is loved is never lost.

To get to a place where you could love anything you chose--not to need permission for desire--well now _that_ was freedom.