Most Beautiful Quotes About Love
- Love operates beyond any laws.
- It embodies both the sweetest and the most bitter experiences.
- As our love deepens, so does our fear of harming those we cherish.
- It is better to love and face failure than to love never at all.
- It is difficult to hate those we have loved deeply.
- For women, love marks their history, while for men it is merely a fleeting event.
- Love enters a man through the eyes, while a woman experiences it through her ears.
- Men may perish from love, whereas women are rejuvenated by it.
- Jealousy reigns as a tyrant in the kingdom of love.
- A woman is an enigma with a single key: love.
- Love is a blooming flower whose fragrance is released only when kissed by tears.
- Love is embodied in tears; to cry means to love.
- Love exists for the joy of a few and the sorrow of many.
- Once love is felt, it is everlasting.
- In love, there are letters we send, others we tear apart, and the most beautiful ones are those left unwritten.
- Love is blind.
- Love is a rose, and a woman is its thorn.
- Love enhances a man’s tenderness and diminishes a woman’s delicacy.
- Love is a duel where a woman emerges victorious if she wishes to.
- For a woman, love is as essential as nectar is to a flower.
- Mad love can turn people into beasts.
- Love is nothing but madness.
- It is the springtime for a woman and autumn for a man.
- A lover sees roses devoid of thorns.
- When a woman loves you, she fears for you; when you love her, she fears you.
Most Beautiful Words by Mahmoud Darwish on Love
- Salutations to love on its arrival, its passing, and its changes.
- If it isn’t expressed today, it will never be sung; if one doesn’t love today, they will not love at all.
- It’s unfortunate I’ve forgotten that nights are long, and fortunate you’ve entered my thoughts until dawn.
- Love teaches me not to love and leaves me in a flurry of papers.
- Those without love fear the winter.
- Love is like death; it is a promise that cannot be undone or faded.
- All I desire from love is a beginning.
- I loved you not because you are the most beautiful or the best, but because you are the deepest; often, beauty attracts fools.
- When love ends, I realize it was never love; love must be lived, not merely remembered.
- We have our small dreams: to wake up without disappointment, not longing for unattainable things; we are alive, and there is more to dream.
- It is love that is our sincere lie.
- This is love: I love you when I die, and when I love you, I feel I am dying.
- I train my heart to love so it can embrace both the rose and the thorn.
- No one changes suddenly; we don’t sleep and wake transformed from one extreme to another. Rather, there comes a moment when we close our eyes to love and open them to reality, seeing through reality’s lens truths we couldn’t see through love’s.
- The olive grove once stood green; the sky was blue; oh my beloved, what changed it this evening?
- Here I am, oh stranger, sitting in the corner; what is the color of your eyes? What is your name? How do I call upon you when you pass me by, while I am here waiting for you?
Quotes by Kahlil Gibran on Love
- You are blind, and I am deaf-mute, so place your hand in mine and let one of us understand the other.
- How noble is the sorrowful heart that allows its grief to sing alongside joyous hearts.
- Poetry is not merely an opinion expressed through words, but a melody arising from a persistent injury or a smiling mouth.
- The heart, saturated with emotions, resembles the cedar tree with its scattered branches. If a cedar loses a strong branch, it may feel pain but does not perish; it transfers its vitality to the neighboring branch, allowing it to grow, flourish, and fill the space left by the severed branch.
- Don’t think you can steer love along its course; if love finds you worthy, it is love that will shape your path.
- This love mocks me; it has made me a subject of ridicule and led me where hopes are flaws and aspirations are humiliating.
- Love, like death, transforms everything.
- Love gives only of itself and takes only from itself; it neither possesses nor is possessed; love is sufficient unto itself.
- Just yesterday, I had a heart that has now passed, freeing itself and others from its burden. That was a chapter of my life marked by pleas, complaints, and lamentations; yet love is like a star in the sky, whose light fades at morning’s arrival.
- The love that is washed by tears remains pure, beautiful, and eternal.
- Some we love simply because they deserve no more than love, leaving us with no choice but to love, as we rebuild together many broken things to repaint life and strive sincerely to grant them a bit of happiness.
- Love is laughter that emerges from the depths of the soul.
- Love among people takes many forms, most resembling grass in the field, void of bloom or fruit.
- When love beckons, follow it, even if its paths are rough and thorny.
Beautiful Poems About Love
- Nizar Qabbani writes:
O woman who turned my history upside down,
I am slaughtered by you from vein to vein.
Your love taught me how love alters the map of time.
Your love taught me that when I love, the earth halts its spin.
Your love unfolded secrets never before contemplated.
- Farouk Joueida states:
You taught me that through love we build everything enduring.
You taught me that your love was destined like my moment of birth.
Your love transformed my existence into a daily dream.
I worshipped you within my poetry’s sanctuary,
And now you come to shatter my temples!
The perfume bottle you shattered is forever lost.
How it gazed at you with longing whenever it saw you!
How it embraced your wandering breaths, intoxicated by your scent!
How many tears have torn its existence as it rested beneath your eyes?
Today, the dust murders its blood,
And the fragrance that was once your desire fades away.
- Nizar Qabbani echoes:
My beloved asks me,
What is the difference between me and the sky?
The difference lies in you; when you laugh, beloved,
I forget the sky.
Love, my beloved,
Is a beautiful poem written upon the moon.
Love is drawn upon every leaf of the trees,
And interwoven with
The feathers of birds and the drops of rain.
- Nizar Qabbani reiterates:
Love, my beloved,
Is a beautiful poem written upon the moon.
Love is drawn on every leaf of the trees.
Love is inscribed on the feathers of birds,
And the drops of rain.
But what woman in my homeland,
When she loves a man,
Is not pelted with fifty stones?