Quotes of: Loveth Keyword

Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.

Thomas More

If a man say, 'I love God,' and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath not seen? And this commandment have we from him, That he who loveth God love his brother also.

John the Apostle

A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

King Solomon

Everybody knows the Lord loveth a cheerful giver.

George Washington Cable

I hate men who are afraid of women's strength.

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

Whoever extolleth him as a God of love, doth not think highly enough of love itself. Did not that God want also to be judge? But the loving one loveth irrespective of reward and requital.

Friedrich Nietzsche

He who loveth a book will never want a faithful friend, a wholesome counsellor, a cheerful companion, or an effectual comforter.

Isaac Barrow

Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

I am the chosen of the Lord, for who He loveth, so doeth He chastiseth. But I be durn if He dont take some curious ways to show it, seems like.

As I Lay Dying

She lacks the core of sureness, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on reflections of herself in others' eyes. She does not dare to be herself.

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

What God says is best, indeed is best, though all men in the world are against it. Seeing, then, that God prefers his religion; seeing God prefers a tender conscience; seeing they that make themselves fools for the kingdom of heaven are wisest; and t...

John Bunyan

Love reduces the complexity of living. It amazes me that when Henry walks towards the cafe table where I wait for him, or opens the gate to our house, the sight of him is sufficient to exult me. No letter from anyone, even in praise of my book, can s...

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

By the end of the evening I was like a man, terribly in love with her face and body, which promised so much, and I hated the self created in her by others. Others feel because of her; and because of her, others write poetry; because of her, others ha...

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

That last afternoon in Henry's hotel room was for me like a white-hot furnace. Before, I had only white heat of the mind and of the imagination; now it is of the blood. Sacred completeness. I come out dazed in the mellow spring evening and I think, n...

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. For example now, I hate the bank and everything connected with it. I also hate Dutch paintings, penis-sucking, parties,...

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality....I wept because I could not believe anymore and...

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

The truth is that this is the only way I can live: in two directions. I need two lives. I am two beings. When I return to Hugo in the evening, to the peace and warmth of the house, I return with deep contentment, as if this was the only condition for...

Henry and June: From "A Journal of Love"--The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin