... the greatest act of love is to pay attention.

All women love semi-rape. They love to be taken.It was his sweet brutality against my bruised body that made his act of love so…

— Ian Fleming

The malady of civilized man is his knowledge of death. The good artist, like the wise man, addresses himself to life and invests with…

— Gore Vidal

“When people think of slavery, they think of whips, chains and neurological implants. While these things may be necessary, the real tools of a…

— Kalin Ringkvist

Like the Good Samaritan, may we not be ashamed of touching the wounds of those who suffer, but try to heal them with concrete…

— Pope Francis

“As the connections have been broken by the fragmentation and isolation of work, they can be restored by restoring the wholeness of work. There…

— Wendell Berry

There is no act of love that is not an act of work or courage. No exceptions.

— M. Scott Peck

you can't kill love. you can't even kill it with hate. you can kill in-love, and loving, and even loveliness. you can kill them…

— Gregory David Roberts

We make pictures. At the end of the day, we create something potentially significant that did not exist at the beginning of the day.…

— Joe McNally

Your work should be an act of love, not a marriage of convenience.

— Haruki Murakami

During courtship, guarding each other's purity and refraining from intimacy are the acts of lovemaking.

— Joshua Harris

In the act of love, as in photography, there is a form of life and a kind of slow death,

— Nobuyoshi Araki

The truth is that, no matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter how good or bad the luck, you can…

— Gregory David Roberts

The conclusion I have reached is that, above all, dogs are witnesses. They are allowed access to our most private moments. They are there…

— Carolyn Parkhurst

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually…

— Victor Hugo

Here God is not approached as an object that we must love, but as a mystery present in the very act of love itself.

— Peter Rollins