Saramago Love Quotes & Sayings

In matters of feeling and of the heart, too much is always better than too little. — Jose Saramago

I know, to be useful," broke in Abel impatiently. "When I said that, I had no idea you would be leaving us so soon. I also said that I couldn't give you advice, and I say the same now. But you're leaving tomorrow and we might never see each other again. I decided that, even if I can't advise you, I can at least tell you that a life without love, a life like the one you described just now, isn't live at all, it's a dung heap, a sewer. — Jose Saramago

Change it!" answered Silvestre, also springing to his feet. "How? By loving each other?" Abel's smile vanished when he saw Silvestre's grave expression. "Yes, but loving each other with a lucid, active love, a love that can overcome hatred. — Jose Saramago

I don't defend the idea of universal love. It has never existed and will never exist. — Jose Saramago

I've never been a huge sweets eater, and I've always loved a Mediterranean diet. We eat a lot of dark leafy greens, and a couple meals each week are meat-free. We enjoy eating a balanced diet. — Rachael Ray

That's how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both. — Jose Saramago

lush and flagitious mistresses. It — Isaac Asimov

Beethoven was ugly too, and no woman ever loved him, and he was Beethoven! He didn't need to be loved in order to do what he did. He just needed to love and he did. — Jose Saramago

I was used to dancing, but only when someone told you what to do. So in the nightclub I was all over the place, I combined everything. Street dance, modern dance, a bit of jazz and ballet, I was Twyla Tharp, I was Alvin Ailey, I was Michael Jackson. I didn't care, I was free. — Madonna Ciccone

It's love," thought Abel, "it's love that gives them this calmness, this peace. And suddenly he was gripped by a violent desire to love, to give himself, to find the red flower of love growing in his arid life. — Jose Saramago

It is not only the voice of blood that needs no eyes, love, which people say is blind, also has a voice of its own. — Jose Saramago

It will no longer be necessary to leave one's own home in order to find work in the surrounding districts, which means spending week after week away from home, for no matter how restless a fellow might be, his own home, if he has a wife he respects and children he loves, has the same satisfying taste as bread, a man's home is not for all hours, but he soon begins to miss it if he does not go back there every day. — Jose Saramago

I dont want to return to France, because Ive won everything there - league title, cup, best player, best young player — Eden Hazard

What do you think you'll do, Abel?" Abel walked slowly over to Silvestre and said: "Something very simple: I'm going to live. I will leave your home feeling much more confident than when I entered it. Not because the path you showed me was the right one for me, but because you made me realize that I need to find my own path. It will take time, though ... " "Yours will always be the path of pessimism." "Probably, but I want my pessimism to keep me safe from facile, comforting illusions
like love." Silvestre gripped him by the shoulders and shook him: "But Abel, anything that isn't built on love will only generate hate!" "You're right, my friend, but perhaps that's how it will have to be for a long time yet. The day when we can build on love has still now arrived. — Jose Saramago

Yet human experience and the practice of communication have shown throughout the ages that definitions are an illusion, like having a speech defect and trying to say love but unable to get the word out, or, better, having a tongue in one's head but unable to feel love. — Jose Saramago

No one has an obligation to love anyone else, but we are all under an obligation to respect each other. According to this logic, Saramago considered — Jose Saramago

Mistakes and dead-ends often mean more to these artists than any proven problem. — Robert Smithson

The books I love most are the ones that combine some sort of gripping story with really beautiful or stylish writing. Some of my favorites are 'The Road' by Cormac McCarthy, 'The Virgin Suicides' by Jeffrey Eugenides, 'The Interpreter of Maladies' by Jhumpa Lahiri, and 'Blindness' by Jose Saramago. — Karen Thompson Walker

You love me because you see me every day. You don't love me for who I am, you love me because of what I do or don't do. You don't know who I am. — Jose Saramago

Sometimes I do actually forget that the person to whom I owe that love is a real person, complete in himself, not someone who should make do with some rather diffuse emotion which gradually resigns itself to its own fatal vagueness, as if that were a fate against which there were no possible appeal ... — Jose Saramago