Kevin Barry Quotes

It's no different than anything else in anybody else's life. Doesn't matter how simple or complex. There are days you hate it and days you love it.

Love, as wonderful and horrible as it is, has at its center a kind of pitiful humor.

It would take too long to explain the intimate alliance of contradictions in human nature which makes love itself wear at times the desperate shape of betrayal. And perhaps there is no possible explanation.

We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity.

Love--the most wonderful and most terrible thing in the world.

Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.

I have loved, cried, been mad with happiness. I have won and I have lost.

The same love that made me laugh makes my cry.

Michael Lowenthal has written a big-hearted and wise book about familial love in all its richness and complexity.

There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet.

What baffled him was that there should be all this fuss about something so simple as love.

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

For some reason, it didn’t feel right. Victor’s words seemed to confirm that. There was another reason that he’d come here. Falling in love with Elizabeth might have been part of it. But that wasn’t all. Something else was coming. There is more.

Love is the root of all joy and sorrow.

What was worse, he couldn't tell her how much he thought he maybe might kinda sorta love her.

Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.

Love gives us copious potions of delight, Of pain and ecstasy, and peace and care; Love leads us upward, to the mountain height, And, like an angel, stands beside us there; Then thrusts us, demon-like, in some abyss: Where, in the darkness of despair, we grope, Till, suddenly, Love greets us with a kiss And guides us back to flowery fields of hope.

I think true romance is dry schizophrenic... but life would be so boring without true love, so I guess you just roll with it.

Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it's hit me when it comes to you.

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.

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

Relationships are not straight forward. They're not black and white. Sometimes things don't always going in a straight line, and that's okay. Love can be very confusing.

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

Sometimes I feel good, at times I feel used. Loving you darling, makes me so confused.