Mary E. Pearson Quotes

There are a great deal of a great many kinds of love.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

Love is very complicated and it's never black and white, as I'm sure we all know in our lives.

There are as many loves as there are hearts.

I don't think you can define love.

Love had a thousand shapes.

Moods are complicated and very much a part of who we are. People would be very boring without them.

To hate, to love, to think, to feel, to see; all this is nothing but to perceive.

Love is only one of many passions.

As in all matters involving love, which has so many different meanings, you find that the feeling that we label 'love' is not a simple feeling, it's a very complex one. Under the heading 'love' can come all sorts of rage and desperation.

If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.

Countless as the sands of the sea are human passions.

The word 'funny' is a bit like the word 'love' - we don't have enough words to describe the many varieties.

Things are never simple when it comes to the human heart.

There are so many different kinds of relationships, so it's sort of difficult to define what is considered normal.

Love is a mess, at best, and I figure it can be very real in spite of all the things people try to attach to it.

With love, there are so many layers to it that you can write all day about it. It's not just heartbreak or falling in love; there's so many different ways to look at it.

I love Israel, but I don't like it very much.

It's hard to talk about love because most of the time, we have no idea what we're talking about.

I think everyone knows what it is like being in love. It's never a smooth thing. Whether you are happily together or not.

I love everything about the human experience.

Life is relationships and what we're trying to do together. And please, that's what people have been singing about forever. That's what the blues is all about - the good, the bad, the fun, all of it - that lies there in between a man and a woman.

You can love somebody without liking them.

Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.

That's one of those things about love. It always assumes it can find a way to express itself.