Multilingual Love Quotes & Sayings

The body is a multilingual being. It speaks through its color and its temperature, the flush of recognition, the glow of love, the ash of pain, the heat of arousal, the coldness of nonconviction ... It speaks through the leaping of the heart, the falling of the spirits, the pit at the center, and rising hope. — Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Do I believe a thing has limits!? Of course! Nothing exists that doesn't have limits. Existence means there's always something else, and so everything has limits. Why is it so hard to conceive that a thing is a thing, and that it isn't always being some other thing that's beyond it?"

At that moment I felt in my bones not that I was talking to a man, but to another universe. I tried one last time, from another angle, which I felt compelled to consider legitimate.

"Look, Caeiro... think about numbers... Where do they end? Take any number - say 34. Past it we have 35, 36, 37, 38 - there can be no end to it. There is no number so big that there is no number larger..."

"But that's just numbers," protested my master Caeiro.

And then, looking at me out of his formidable, childlike eyes:

"What is 34 in Reality, anyway? — Alvaro De Campos

Begin your writing, fiction or article, where the action begins. This action can be internal (e.g., an important insight or personal decision) or external (e.g., a murder or calamity). Begin too early, you lose your reader. Begin too late, you lose your story. — Walt Shiel

Learn how to cope, sweet friend. There will always be dark days ahead. — Kris Carr

It's a damn shame that when I finally fall in love that it had to be after I died." He dropped his head and shut his eyes.
Oh, mylanta. Did he just say what I think he did?
He looked back up at me, taking my breath. "What are we gonna do?"
I knew what I was gonna do - hyperventilate. — Janae Mitchell

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Now I am writing this diary in English, which for me is not the language of intimacy or love, but an attempt at distance and sanity, a means of recalling normality. — Jasmina Tesanovic

Our selfishness will condemn us to the worst suffering that we ourselves have invented - loneliness. — Paulo Coelho

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring. — Rumi

Every flower can flourish with fertile soil and water. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain that this bleak place overgrown with — Charles Dickens