Emily Dickinson Quotes

Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.

I tell you there is one thing that draws above everything else in this world, and that is love.

The simple and most complex answer is love.

Love in fact is the spiritual life, and without it all the other exercises of the spirit, however lofty, are emptied of content and become mere illusions.

Man knows that there is love, but he does not know what love is.

Love is the true condition of human life.

What do any of us really know about love?

Love was a rare thing, easily confused with a million other things, and if anybody knew this to be true it was him.

Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex.

Love manifests itself in our bodies as instinctive craving, in our souls as devotion, and in our minds as pride.

They were lovebirds. They entertained each other endlessly with little gifts: sights worth seeing out the plane window, amusing or instructive bits from things they read, random recollections of times gone by. They were, I think, a flawless example of what Bokonon calls a duprass, which is a karass composed of only two persons.

Love is all there is, it makes the world go around. Love and only love, it can't be denied.

The two of you, there's something uncanny about the way you two are with each other. I mean everything--the way you look at each other, the way she relaxes when you put your hand on her back, the way you both seem to know what the other is always thinking, it's always struck me as extraordinary. That's another reason I keep putting marriage off. I know I want something like what you two share, and I'm not sure I've found it yet. I'm not sure I ever will. And with love like that, they say anything's possible, right?

Love is the subtlest force in the world.

Perhaps love is only the highest symbol of friendship, as all other things seem symbols of love.

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

Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

I can't give any absolute definition of what love is, or even whether it ought to exist.

My aim is to understand love. I know how alive I felt when I was in love, and I know that everything I have now, however interesting it might seem, doesn't really excited me.

Ever since time began, people have recognized their true Love by the light in their eyes.

Love, yes. Word known to all men.

Love is our human miracle.

I never really found out what love was.

Love is the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yet it is more than the end of the rainbow. Love is the security for which children weep, the yearning of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage, and the lubricant that prevents devastating friction in the home; it is the peace of old age, the sunlight of hope shinning through death.