Ben Harper Quotes

Lovers need to know how to lose themselves and then how to find themselves again.

A family is a risky venture, because the greater the love, the greater the loss... That's the trade-off. But I'll take it all.

Marriage seems to be predicated on protecting a very deep and intimate form of mystery.

Like Connor, Alex protected me -and he was the only person I let close enough to do it. Like Connor, Alex could finish my sentences before I did. But unlike Connor, for whom I had ultimately come too late, I was just in time to take care of Alex.

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

When the world outside my arms is pulling us apart, press your lips to mine and hold me with your heart.

Love didn't make you weak, it made you stronger.

It can be so terrifying to open yourself up to true love. That love can be with your mate, with your child, with yourself, because we are ultimately such vulnerable little creatures in this world.

Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.

Grief is the price we pay for being close to one another. If we want to avoid our grief, we simply avoid each other.

He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.

When you ask people about love, they tell you about heartbreak.

Love hurts. There is nothing as painful as heartbreak. But in order to learn to love again you must learn to trust again.

Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. Unfortunately, it's also one of the hardest things in the world to hold on to, and one of the easiest things to throw away.

Everything we love goes. So to be able to grieve that loss, to let go, to have that grief be absolutely full, is the only way to have our heart be full and open.

Only love can break your heart.

Remember when i slept with my head in a puddle at your feet? It was humility, or atonement. later your ankle was a pillow and finally you pulled me up and in my sleep i placed your hand above my heart, like i forgot i didn't live there anymore

Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

For of course one is never safe when in love. Growth is demanding and may seem dangerous, for there is loss as well as gain in growth. But why go on living if one has ceased to grow? And what more demanding atmosphere for growth than love in any form, than any relationship which can call out and requires of us our most secret and deepest selves?

Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.

Trust and trust alone should lead us to love

The real gift of love is self disclosure.

One might have supposed that the true act of love was to lie together and talk.

I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don't care. "I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell. She smiles. "I almost always wish that.