Best 20 quotes in «platonic love quotes» category

As friends, you are very happy, and your frequent quarrels soon blow over, but I fear you would both rebel if you were mated for life. You are too much alike, and to fond of freedom, not to mention hot tempers and strong wills, to get on happily together, in a relation which needs infinite patience and forbearance, as well as love.

[A]s people are beginning to see that the sexes form in a certain sense a continuous group, so they are beginning to see that Love and Friendship which have been so often set apart from each other as things distinct are in reality closely related and shade imperceptibly into each other. Women are beginning to demand that Marriage shall mean Friendship as well as Passion; that a comrade-like Equality shall be included in the word Love; and it is recognised that from the one extreme of a 'Platonic' friendship (generally between persons of the same sex) up to the other extreme of passionate love (generally between persons of opposite sex) no hard and fast line can at any point be drawn effectively separating the different kinds of attachment. We know, in fact, of Friendships so romantic in sentiment that they verge into love; we know of Loves so intellectual and spiritual that they hardly dwell in the sphere of Passion.

But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.

For love is a celestial harmony Of likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent, Which join together in sweet sympathy, To work each other's joy and true content, Which they have harbour'd since their first descent Out of their heavenly bowers, where they did see And know each other here belov'd to be.

Çen Zai ile evlenmeden önce hiç kahve içmezdim. İçer içmez midem ağrırdı. Ama Çen Zai sevdiği için ben de onunla beraber içmek zorunda hissettim kendimi. Bazı zamanlar çok geç saatlere kadar çalışırdı; ben de yatmaz onunla birlikte kahve içerek ona arkadaşlık ederdim. Kahveyi sevmediğimi fark etmemişti bile. Anlamaması için acımı göstermemeye çalışırdım. Benden hoşlanmamasından öyle korkuyordum ki, her şeyde ona ayak uydurmak istiyordum.

Gözden ırak olan, gönülden de ırak olur. Ne var ki, bence son derece yanlıştır bu; boğmaya, unutmaya çalıştığımız duygulardan ne kadar uzaklaşırsak, onlar da gönlümüze o kadar yaklaşırlar.

I have felt so many loves so deeply: love of friends, love somewhere between friendship and romance that our society doesn’t define, love of art, love of life, love of death, love of language, so many loves such a multitude more than romance. Yet I have never been in a “relationship.

It would seem probable that the attachment of such a one is of a tender and profound character; indeed, it is possible that in this class of men we have the love sentiment in one of its most perfect forms—a form in which from the necessities of the situation the sensuous element, though present, is exquisitely subordinated to the spiritual.

He reached out and took her hand. Neither cared that someone might see. They had been taught all their lives that the only deep feelings between men and women were sexual, but now they knew that it was a lie. They were friends and they loved one another, and their hand-holding was perfectly innocent. It was one more thing to rejoice in, one more way in which they had risen above the system, above the machine.

I've been wondering if in fact ideal platonic love isn't just an intensely concentrated form of what inspires the best teachers.

I want you inside me, like a psychopath venting out his irritation. That's the type of attention I am seeking. Now, it is evident that your testosterone will open in question, a very sexual image. And thats ok. Nevertheless. I don't speak of sex, but about the dessert.

Platonic or Divine Love: The boy is so handsome! God has created him so beautifully! Vulgar or Earthly Love: The girl is so hot! I wish I could kiss her!

When I said yes, it implies till death, and forever thence. When I said love, it connotes trust, allied in situations tough. And today, when I hold your hand, I am prepared to stand, any trouble, any avalanche.

I want you inside me, like a psychopath venting out his irritation. That's the type of attention I am seeking. Now, it is evident that your testosterone will open in question to a very sexual image. And that's ok. Nevertheless. I don't speak of sex, but about the dessert; the real aftermath.

I want you inside me, like a psychopath venting out his irritation. That's the type of attention I am seeking. Now, it is evident that your testosterone will open in question to a very sexual image. And that's ok. Nevertheless. I don't speak of sex, but the real aftermath.

Ona, benim olması gerektiğini söyledim ve sevdiğin kadınla yarışabileceğimi, Sonra ona bunun hakkında ne düşündüğünü sordum, o da boşuna olduğunu söyledi. Aşk bir yarış olmamalıydı. Ona, yarışabileceğimi çünkü aşkını kazanmak istediğimi söyleyince"Bu yolla elde edebileceğin sadece acı çekmek olur" dedi.

That men of this kind despise women, though a not uncommon belief, is one which hardly appears to be justified. Indeed, though naturally not inclined to 'fall in love' in this direction, such men are by their nature drawn rather near to women, and it would seem that they often feel a singular appreciation and understanding of the emotional needs and destinies of the other sex, leading in many cases to a genuine though what is called 'Platonic' friendship. There is little doubt that they are often instinctively sought after by women, who, without suspecting the real cause, are conscious of a sympathetic chord in the homogenic which they miss in the normal man.

They were sitting close to each other, heads together as if in scheme. He had suddenly wished that she had been with him at their house. He could imagine her as a little girl, eyes wild and hair untamed, running on her small but sturdy feet, climbing trees and earning scrapes, picking fruit from the highest branch.

Wither thou goest, I will go; thy people shall by my people; where thou diest, will I die, and there I be buried.

Ah, mate. My soul loves yours. It does. But this lifetime, my body won’t get on board.