Leo Tolstoy Quotes

so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

She had never been so close to anybody. It was as if they were one being, together, not predator and prey, but partners in a dance.

Marriage is those two thousand indistinguishable conversations, chatted over two thousand indistuinguishable breakfasts, where intimacy turns like a slow wheel. How do you measure the worth of becoming that familiar to somebody—so utterly well known and so thoroughly ever-present that you become an almost invisible necessity, like air?

As we get deeper, we move closer and closer to other people; we feel closer to life as a whole.

There are wonders in true affection. It is a body of enigmas, mysteries, and riddles, wherein two so become one, as they both become two.

Tenderness emerges from the fact that the two persons, longing, as all individuals do, to overcome the separateness and isolation to which we are all heir because we are individuals, can participate in a relationship that, for the moment, is not of two isolated selves but a union

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.

I believe love is the most powerful energy we have in this life. Everything is about love.

Love is the substance of all life. Everything is connected in love, absolutely everything.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

I try to live my life in a holistic way, show that all of it intersects because I'm coming from the same place. Now, at the core of it, I'm just trying to connect and be there, so I'm trying to be there for my family, my wife, my kids, my friends.

Love is the substance of human survival.

Anything that takes you out of the context of being separate is healing. Anything that takes you out of the context of separateness is intimacy.

Have you ever felt really close to someone? So close that you can't understand why you and the other person have two separate bodies, two separate skins?

There is a stage with people we love when we are no longer separate from them, but so close in sympathy that we live through them as directly as through ourselves. ... we push back our hair because theirs is in their eyes.

Love is the bridge between you and everything.

As long as in love there is "you" and "me," love is not fully kindled.

I don't know where I'd be without you here with me. Life with you makes perfect sense. You're my best friend.

Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

Close, close all night the lovers keep. They turn together in their sleep, Close as two pages in a book that read each other in the dark. Each knows all the other knows, learned by heart from head to toes.

And when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment.

Love is the supreme unifying principle of life.

It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not 'one thing in my life' - not even the most important - because my life no longer belongs to me because...you are always me.

We need to be together, and love each other.

You ever feel like you know someone so much that they can breathe for you? Like when their chest and your chest rise and fall, they do it together because they have to? That's how it felt. That's how it always felt.