Lauren DeStefano Quotes

It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.

As a rule, all relationships go through their ups and downs. It's really about how much you want it.

I've never believed much in that holding hands kind of love. I've always thought that love is about two different personalities trying to confront life, trying to make sense of their responsibilities, to themselves, to each other, and to the wider society.

It is not accidental that all phenomena of human life are dominated by the search for daily bread - the oldest link connecting all living things, man included, with the surrounding nature.

So many people don't realise you need to be on a certain level of Maslow's hierarchy to have a dream: you have to have food and be safe from danger, all these things my parents didn't have at the get go, so I, from the very beginning, believe I have been living for multiple generations, for my parents and grandparents.

And sometimes you held somebody’s hand just to prove that you were still alive, and that another human being was there to testify to that fact.

Love is the only engine of survival

It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.

What she needs, at least one thing she needs, is companionship. After all why should she eat? Who needs her to be alive? What we call psychosis is sometimes simply realism. But human beings can't live on realism alone.

Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.

Give life long enough and it will solve all your problems, including the one of being alive.

This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so?

Love is a very hard feeling to keep alive. It's a very fragile plant.

All who are not lunatics are agreed about certain things : That it is better to be alive than dead, better to be adequately fed than starved, better to be free than a slave

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.

Friends--or lovers--are not always available to each other. Inner turmoils can cause us to be unhearing when someone needs us, to need to receive understanding when we should be giving understanding.

I know some things--I know that I'm not alone, that I have friends, that I'm in love. I know that I don't want to die, and for me that's something--more than I could have said a few weeks ago.

Life is very hard, isn't it? It does kill you, after all.

I'm not fighting for justice. I am not fighting for freedom. I am fighting for my life and another day in the world here.

A consoling thought: what matters is not what we do, but the spirit in which we do it. Others suffer too; so much so that there is nothing in the world but suffering; the problem is simply to keep a clear conscience.

It is here that we encounter the central theme of existentialism: to live is to suffer, to survive is to find meaning in the suffering.

What a bummer it is to be a human being.

Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.

The fact is, there is no foundation, no secure ground, upon which people may stand today if it isn’t the family. If you don’t have the support and love and caring and concern that you get from a family, you don’t have much at all. Love is so supremely important. As our great poet Auden said, ‘Love each other or perish’.