For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

Love… it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?

It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.

Among the letters my readers write me, there is a certain category which is continuously growing, and which I see as a symptom of the increasing intellectualization of the relationship between readers and literature.

My mom, she was a very, very soft woman. It was hard for her to yell or even curse. But when it came to fighting for her kids, she found a strength she didn’t always know she had.

Service which is rendered without joy helps neither the servant nor the served. But all other pleasures and possessions pale into nothingness before service which is rendered in a spirit of joy.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life’s sores the better.

Anyone who’s looked into a newborn’s innocent eyes should realize how incredible it is to be blessed with a new life.

The best way to know God is to love many things.

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

I think ABBA have a pure joy to their music and that’s what makes them extraordinary.

Irrespective of age, we mourn for those loved and lost. Mourning is one of the deepest expressions of pure love.

Lovers often invest their first meetings with retrospective significance, as if to try to conjure the elements of the numinous out of the stubborn witness of the everyday.

Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.

However weak we are, however poor, however little our faith, or however small our grace may be, our names are still written on His heart; nor shall we lose our share in Jesus‘ love.

Life in abundance comes only through great love.

In the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are, and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.

All mankind love a lover.

There is no love of life without despair of life.

The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.

I have a really close relationship with Mike Bloomberg.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were.

Anywhere I go, there is always an incredible crowd that follows me. In Rome, as I land at the airport, even the men kiss me. I love Rome.

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.

The love we give away is the only love we keep.

To love someone means to see him as God intended him.

I don’t think the relationship between novels and realities are one to one. Of course novels play different roles. It’s essentially just a long narrative form. What you use that long narrative form for can be very different.

These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of Man and in praise of God, and I’d be a damn‘ fool if they weren’t.

There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.

Love does not dominate; it cultivates.

Love always ends differently and it always begins differently – especially with me.

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.

As a father and now a grandfather to three wonderful grandchildren, I know how magical the first year of a child’s life is but also how much hard work it takes. Being able to spend as much time as possible with your loved ones is absolutely vital, especially early on.

Great loves too must be endured.

I’m afraid the SS’s relationship with the Catholic Church is something the Church still has to deal with and does not deny.

We were never intimate mother and children while she was our mother – but… when she became our child, the affection came.

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

The secret source of humor is not joy but sorrow; there is no humor in Heaven.

Love is a state of Being. Your love is not outside; it is deep within you. You can never lose it, and it cannot leave you. It is not dependent on some other body, some external form.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.

Crazy players love me. I don’t know why.

My mother taught children to love to dance.

They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.

If I think more about death than some other people, it is probably because I love life more than they do.

As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.

I’m a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won’t.

There’s nothing better than having a baby. I’ve always loved children. I used to work summers at the YMCA and be in charge of, like, 30 preschool kids. I knew that when I had a child, I’d be overwhelmed, and it’s true… I can’t tell you how much my attitude has changed since we’ve got Frances. Holding my baby is the best drug in the world.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.

Tell your wife often how terrific she looks.

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

I’ve learned that men and women who are living wholehearted lives really allow themselves to soften into joy and happiness. They allow themselves to experience it.

My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

For me, one of the toughest things about Valentine’s Day is that it gets geared up as the day to profess your love. See, T-E-S-T – that’s a bad word that doesn’t go with L-O-V-E.

I know for sure that loves saves me and that it is here to save us all.