Best 58 quotes in «love is all you need quotes» category

I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph.

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

Love can keep you healthy and happy, and help you face the problems of daily life in the right spirit.

Love each and love all.

Love and Compassion – these are the greatest education a person can ever have.

Love is a strange feeling! And you cannot understand what happens to you when it does happen to you. Some days you feel as if you are floating over the wispy clouds and the majestic mountains. Other days you feel as if you are swimming alongside the beautiful myriad colored fishes in the vast ocean. Some days you feel as if you can understand the language of the birds and the bees and other days you feel as if the walls and doors are talking to you!

Love is a strange feeling indeed, a feeling that every person must experience at least once in his or her life. A feeling that makes us feel one with God!

Love is a strange feeling! And you cannot understand what happens to you when it does happen to you.

Love is our most basic human value and also our highest potential.

Love is the only language known to all humanity.

Love is when you can understand each other's silences.

She blushed and I smiled when we saw the Magpie look at us while we kissed below the Acacia tree!

The greatest gift you can give anyone is love.

The highest truth in the world is love.

There was something in her eyes! Her eyes were expressive and from the first day that they met, they spoke to him a million things! He could know which night she had cried, which night she had slept peacefully and which night of hers had been spent in complete sleeplessness.

The thing about love is that you will never run out of it. It's an ever-flowing river. So go ahead and LOVE. What are you saving all this love for — death?

Think the tree that bears nutrition: though the fruits are picked, the plant maintains fruition. So give all the love you have. Do not hold any in reserve. What is given is not lost; it shall return.

We call a story about love a love story. We call a poem about love a love poem. Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives love lives?

We hold hands together delicately and sublimely and look longingly into each other’s eyes.

Whenever they met, the air crackled and sparks flew in the sky.

When I see you smile, I feel a volcano of magical eruptions happening within my heart!

You can't take love for granted! You need to be patient. And just as flowers take time to blossom, love will one day blossom in your heart!

Your love brought me closer to God.

Love each and love all, for love is the only language known to all humanity.

Love without conditions, restrictions, or the expectation of being loved in return.

Name and form are simply illusions of separation. Love doesn’t make us blind; rather, it erases the illusions so we can see clearly.

Nothing compares to the feeling that you get when you are in love.

Of course, I am religious. I worship love.

One sip of this wine and you will go mad with drunkenness. You will drop your masks and tear your clothes — destroying everything that separates you from the Lover. Once you taste the fruit of this vine, you will be kicked out of the city of yourself. You will forget the world. You will forget yourself. I tell you: you will become a madman who wanders the streets looking for the Lover once you drink this Wine of Love.

The only path wide enough for us all is love.

The only thing that comes close to defining me correctly is my love.

These are moments of love and ecstasy. Deeply moving moments when we will fly! Fly together in the azure blue sky!

They took my books because my message was love. They took my pen because my words were love. Then they took my voice because my song was love. Soon they’ll take myself so nothing remains. But they don’t know that when I'm gone my love will stay.

They want to know who I write these poems for. Tell them it's for all lovers because I don’t see a difference between our love and their love.

We all have the ability to make someone's life better with our love.

What is love? Love is when your heart has a raging boner.

When I see you smile, I feel a volcano of lovely eruptions happening within my heart!

Where monsters lurked, love also waited. Bigger than any monster could be.

Whether you call yourself a Christian, a Jew, a Muslim, a Hindu or an Atheist, if you have kindness in your heart and compassion in your act, you are on the right path of religion.

While outside the window, the raindrops pitter pattered on leaves that shivered and sparkled, inside we made love for the first time!

Your fragrance wafts around me all the time!

Being deeply, passionately, and intensely in love is being deeply, passionately, and intensely in life.

And what did the North Star tell the Moon last night? He said "I love you!

And then in a moment of pure magic, our lips touch tenderly and sensitively!

I don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at you. To dodge your skin in the hallway and leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat. It takes much too effort to stare at the sink so my eyes don’t smile at you in the mirror. It takes much too effort to look away as we undress and lie apart in the now bigger bed. It takes much too effort to stiffen my body because sleepy limbs forget fights and pride is always lost in dreams. It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us. I dread the light peeking through the parted curtains and empathise with your groans — I didn’t get any sleep either. I really don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at one another when it’s so easy for us to love.

I don’t want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.

Break open your heart so that I may enter it.

Burying oneself in holy books and traditions, doesn't bring holiness, what does is, losing oneself in the service of others.

Do the lovers know that when they whisper these poems they are commemorating our love? Do they ever think of you and me or only of themselves? Do they know that I once found a strand of your hair and wore it around my neck like a necklace? That I kiss your hands more than I kiss your lips? Do they realise that our love and their love are drops in the universe’s ocean of love and that without any of these drops, the ocean would be less?

Hug everyone, love everyone - that's the only tradition that can stop the fall of humankind.