Georg Buchner Quotes

We are often unaware of how much we love the people around us. This is true for everyone. We may think that we love certain people, but we don't know how profoundly we love them.

Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Do you think there's any way humans can love each other without complication?

There is something beautiful and permanent in the world, and that is the love that a person can have for another human being.

the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.

There is in the heart of woman such a deep well of love that no age can freeze it.

True Love can be no deeper than your capacity for friendship, no higher than your ideals, and no broader than the scope of your vision.

Too much is how I love you, but too well is how I know you.

I discovered early in life a stunning truth that's made my life very complicated in its wake, but that I still think is true, and it's that people are very easy to love.

It was strange: When you reduced even a fledgling love affair to its essentials--I loved her, she maybe loved me, I was foolish, I suffered--it became vacuous and trite, meaningless to anyone else. In the end, it's only the moments that we have, the kiss on the palm, the joint wonder at the furrowed texture of a fir trunk or at the infinitude of grains of sand in a dune. Only the moments.

By love I don't mean indulgence. I do not mean sentimentality. And in this instance, I don't even mean romance. I mean that condition that allowed humans to dream of God.That condition that allowed the "dumb" to write spirituals and Russian songs and Irish lilts. That is love, and it's so much larger than anything I can conceive.

Life is short, if we are only said to live when we enjoy ourselves; and if we were merely to count up the hours we spent agreeably, a great number of years would hardly make up a life of a few months.

The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.

In the sublimest flights of the soul, rectitude is never surmounted, love is never outgrown.

Painting has to get back to its original goal, examining the inner lives of human beings.

Everyone has a right to love and be loved, and nobody on this earth has the right to tell anyone that their love for another human being is morally wrong.

No human beings are one-dimensional, and if they feel one-dimensional to you, it's because you don't know them.

The love between man and woman is the greatest and most complete passion the world will ever see, because it is dual, because it is of two opposing kinds.

There is only one terminal dignity - love.

He loves me." "You sound surprised." "Nobody ever did. Not like this. It's easy to say, for some people. The words. But it's not just words with Roarke. He sees inside me, and it doesn't matter.

Do you really have any idea how important you are to me? Any concept at all of how much I love you?" He pulled me tighter against his hard chest, tucking my head under his chin. I pressed my lips against his snow-cold neck. "I know how much I love you," I answered. You compare one small tree to the entire forest." I rolled my eyes, but he couldn't see. "Impossible.

To be human is to have a whole spectrum of these experiences that arise within us.

... the main principle by which human beings must guide the future course of their development is love.