Men do not accept their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and worship those whom they have tortured to death.
Love is my religion - I could die for it.
I love men who make me laugh.
I want to have the fun of doing anime and I love anime, but I can't do storyboards because I can't really draw and that's what they live and die on.
Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
I love all men who think, even those who think otherwise than myself.
None can love freedom heartily, but good men; the rest love not freedom, but licence.
Many men are deeply moved by the mere semblance of suffering in a woman; they take the look of pain for a sign of constancy or of love.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.
What we all have in common is an appreciation of kindness and compassion; all the religions have this. We all lean towards love.
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be.
In love, no one can harm anyone else; we are each of us responsible for our own feelings and cannot blame someone else for what we feel. It hurt when I lost each of the various men I fell in love with. Now, though, I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
I think it's not a femme fatale when someone is not doing it to manipulate men or be like a black widow. She loves him. She does it out of love. She wants him so badly to stay with her.
Of the love or hatred God has for the English, I know nothing, but I do know that they will all be thrown out of France, except those who die there.
Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
I love men, not for what unites them, but for what divides them, and I want to know most of all what gnaws at their hearts.
I believe that when you're in love you have to pour your heart and soul out to your partner... or why bother? So in that sense I'm an incurable romantic when it comes to men.
It is easier to find men who will volunteer to die, than to find those who are willing to endure pain with patience.
Religion has done love a great service by making it a sin.
Of all religions, the Christian should of course inspire the most tolerance, but until now Christians have been the most intolerant of all men.