Bob Greene Quotes

Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind. It is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard. To see the best is to see most clearly, and it is the lover's privilege.

Love, however, is very materially assisted by a warm and active imagination: which has a long memory, and will thrive, for a considerable time, on very slight and sparing food.

You know love is everything you say A whisper, a word Promises you give You feel it in the heartbeat of the day You know this is the way love is

Love? What is it? Most natural painkiller what there is.

The strongest human emotion is probably love. I think it's universal. I think that across language and country and time and everything else, probably love.

What is Love? Listen! It is the rainbow that stands out, in all its glorious many-colored hues, illuminating and making glad again the dark clouds of life. It is the morning and the evening star, that in glad refulgence, there on the awed horizon, call Nature's hearts to an uplifted rejoicing in God's marvelous firmament!

Love is a great thing. It is not by chance that in all times and practically among all cultured peoples love in the general senseand the love of a man for his wife are both called love. If love is often cruel or destructive, the reasons lie not in love itself, but in the inequality between people.

Man knows that there is love, but he does not know what love is.

What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.

Consider love: is there a nobler outpouring, a rapture less suspect? Its shudders rival music, compete with the tears of solitude and of ecstasy: sublime...but a sublimity inseperable from the urinary tract: transports bordering upon excretion, a heaven of the glands, sudden sancitity of the orifices. It takes no more than a moment of attention for this intoxication, shaken, to cast you back into the ordures of physiology or a moment of fatigue to recognize that so much ardor produces only a variety of mucous.

love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.

Love is the most powerful four letter word.

But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate.

Love manifests itself in our bodies as instinctive craving, in our souls as devotion, and in our minds as pride.

While they danced they came over them the weariness with the world, the melancholy, the pity one for the other, which is the exultation of love.

Love is great, love is fine. Out the box, out of line. The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.

Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair

Love is a power which produces love.

In the world it is little comprehended what love is; and yet it is man's very life. That this is little comprehended is evident from the common saying "What is love?" What it is, is not known for the reason that love is not manifest to the understanding, and the understanding is the receptacle of the light of heaven.

Love is the feeling that emanates from the heart and extends through the blood to every cell of the body.

The eyes start love; intimacy perfects it.

Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.

Love is only a small thing, enough for one person, and any suggestion that the heart might be larger than this is considered perverse.