Loving Someone Quotes

I have one friend to whom I've told more than I've ever told anyone, and yet there are significant territories I have and will never let him access - in large part because I'm trying to protect him, and one of the responsibilities of loving someone is protecting him or her, even if who you're protecting them from is yourself.

As the old saying goes, "sometimes loving someone means letting them go.

Loving someone meant letting them be who they were, not caging them

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

You never quite stop loving someone when you're in that deep.

There is more to loving someone than just making yourself happy. You have to want him to be happier than you are.

Forgiveness is one of the many horrible side effects of loving someone.

If you must choose between loving someone and acting so that they feel loved, always choose to love them.

Writing a book is like loving someone. It can be very painful.

There is no sense in loving someone you can never wake up to except by chance.

My parents were very loving, but disciplinarians.

Loving someone means helping them to be more themselves, which can be different from being what you’d like them to be, although often they turn out the same

But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

And Father said, "Christopher, do you understand that I love you?" And I said "Yes," because loving someone is helping them when they get into trouble, and looking after them, and telling them the truth, and Father looks after me when I get into trouble, like coming to the police station, and he looks after me by cooking meals for me, and he always tells me the truth, which means that he loves me.

There's a difference between really loving someone and loving the idea of her.

Waiting is the most exquisitely painful part of loving someone.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

You know how is it when you love someone? And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer Show part is that you never stop loving someone. There's always a piece of them in your heart.

Loving someone is tiring and it hurts, but it's not something I can stop.

All is love...All is love. With love comes understanding. With understanding comes patience. And then time stops. And everything is now.

Rules for Happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.

The thing about loving someone, is that yelling at them only feels good while you're doing it -- as soon as they're gone, all you want to do is take it all back

Be ready for love when it does come. Prepare the field and be ready to nourish love. Be loving, and you will be lovable. Be open and receptive to love.

Life is too damn short and [screwed] up to go through it silently loving someone and never telling them how you feel. [Screw] the consequences, [screw] the implications of the actions, to hell with it all... whatever happens as a result is better than the nothingness that is inevitable with silence.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.

To love someone properly probably means that you won’t be very popular. Pure love, loving the way it was intended, is unfortunately a foreign concept to many. Love is messy. Love will involve hardship, demand patience, require forgiveness, test maturity, strain friendship, challenge priorities, refine character, ignite the heart and unleash the soul. Love is not something you sing about, it’s the reason you sing. Love is not something you write about, it’s the reason you write. Love is not something you live to find, it’s the reason that you are alive.

If I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Cherish the people you love, because you never know when Allah will take them back.

They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.

Loving someone is giving them the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to.

When you want to share something with another person more than anything, it is one of the most difficult things to realize that you can never have it. Accepting this realization is even more difficult. Loving someone does mean saying goodbye to them in some cases, though we will fight that until the oftentimes bitter end before doing the right thing.

I'm not really sure why. But... do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don't think so. That's what makes the betrayal hurt so much - pain, frustration, anger... and I still loved her. I still do.

I came to the conclusion a while ago that there is nothing romantic or supernatural about loving someone: Love is the privilege of being responsible for another. It was, for a time, what kept me going: Each morning, for a little while, I got to feel the weight of the yoke on my back as I pulled the ancient cart of my species.

One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and a richness to life that nothing else can bring.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Love ... is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery.

You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.

In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.

I want to create a place where trans people and our allies could come together to share experiences, information and ideas. Being transgender or loving someone who is transgender can be challenging in our society and I hope that members of this site will also use this space as a place to support and encourage each other. Together, we can strengthen our community and open the hearts and minds of others.

Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things.

To look into that persons eyes and find yourself so completely lost in another world, a world full of absolute comfort and happiness.

That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving? People keep on loving even if you are not there in their face everyday to remind them? People keep on loving even if they no longer see you at all? People keep on loving even if they are loving someone else? Impossible: to believe you can be loved in absence when you don't even know how it feels to be loved when you are there.

Love must be as much a light as it is a flame.