Henry David Thoreau Quotes

Love is a human experience, not a political statement.

Only love matters in the bits and pieces of a person's life.

It turns out that there is something more magnificent than nature. It's love.

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.

It is sad and wrong to be so dependent for the life of my life on any human being as I am on you; but I cannot by any force of logic cure myself at this date, when it has become second nature.

We live in a world made up more of story than stuff. We are creatures of memory more than reminders, of love more than likes.

Love is the strongest force in the world.

When we are no longer capable of love, we are no longer alive.

Love is essential, gregariousness is optional.

I know that I've had a very fortunate life, but also I think my job as an actor is to connect emotionally to human beings.

You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.

She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

My love is my weight. Because of it, I move.

We can love with all our hearts those in whom we recognize great faults. It would be impertinent to believe that perfection alone has the right to please us; sometimes our weaknesses attach us to each other as much as our virtues.

If we love something similar to ourselves, we endeavor, as far as we can, to bring it about that it should love us in return.

Love is purely a creation of the human imagination, it is merely perhaps the most important of all the examples of how the imagination continually outruns the creature it inhabits.

The principle of compassion is that which converts disillusionment into a participatory companionship. This is the basic love, the charity, that turns a critic into a living human being who has something to give to - as well as to demand of - the world.

I encounter millions of bodies in my life; of these millions, I may desire some hundreds; but of these hundreds, I love only one.

Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?

Love is not some complex, mystical abstraction. It is something accessible and human that we learn through our everyday experience, as often at times of failure as in moments of ecstasy.

Relationship is a pervading and changing mystery... brutal or lovely, the mystery waits for people wherever they go, whatever extreme they run to.

Love has earth to which she clings.

Love is ...not a fact in nature of which we become aware, but rather a creation of the human imagination.