For many, love is a two-sided coin. It can strengthen or stifle, expand or enfeeble, perfect or pauperize. When love is returned, we soar. We are taken to heights unseen, where it delights, invigorates, and beautifies. When love is spurned, we feel crippled, disconsolate, and bereaved. Polish the coin and you will see only requited love on both sides. I was destined to love you and I will belong to you forever.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

sex is the consolation you have when you can't have love

My mother is a great source of advice and wisdom and consolation for me.

Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.

There is in us a lyric germ or nucleus which deserves respect it bids a man to ponder or create and in this dim corner of himself he can take refuge and find consolations which the society of his fellow creatures does not provide.

Every man either to his terror or consolation has some sense of religion.

Many of us saw religion as harmless nonsense. Beliefs might lack all supporting evidence but we thought if people needed a crutch for consolation where's the harm? September 11th changed all that.

Under the pressure of the cares and sorrows of our mortal condition men have at all times and in all countries called in some physical aid to their moral consolations - wine beer opium brandy or tobacco.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

A lot of people because of my contempt for the false consolations of religion think of me as a symbolic public opponent of that in extremis. And sometimes that makes me feel a bit alarmed to be the repository of other people's hope.

Maybe it's our sins that give God consolation when he finally has to give us cancer.

It is a great consolation for me to remember that the Lord to whom I had drawn near in humble and child-like faith has suffered and died for me and that He will look on me in love and compassion.

A love of nature is a consolation against failure.

For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural death is the obscene mystery the ultimate affront the thing that cannot be controlled. It can only be denied.

When the soul drifts uncertainly between life and the dream between the mind's disorder and the return to cool reflection it is in religious thought that we should seek consolation.

The Bible was a consolation to a fellow alone in the old cell. The lovely thin paper with a bit of matress stuffing in it if you could get a match was as good a smoke as I ever tasted.