Valentine’s Day last week made think about love in my life. Who do I love and why…and also who I do not love. I spent hours of reading online about love and studied love running quotes. I realized that a day like this is not just for a significant other; it’s a great time to include your best friends and family in the lovefest. Your boyfriend, your husband or take the chance to tell the person you love that you do so.
I’m sure I shouldn’t exclude running either. After all it’s there for me as much as people in my life. So I rounded up the love running quotes I came across with that day (okay, there are more real love quotes actually) and that they may have well been written about lacing up your shoes and pounding the pavement. If you love running as much as I do, you’ll feel the same about the quotes.
Love running quotes that are not actually one
“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”—Maya Angelou
“True love stories never have endings.”—Richard Bach
“So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”―Paulo Coehlo
“But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.”—Pablo Neruda
“My soul is so knit to yours that it is but a divided life I live without you.”—George Eliot
“The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive.” —George Moore
“My love as deep; the more I give to thee / The more I have, both are infinite.”—William Shakespeare
“Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.”—Alexander Smith
“I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.”—A.S. Byatt
“It has made me better loving you … it has made me wiser, and easier, and brighter. I used to want a great many things before, and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically, I was satisfied. I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation; I used to have morbid sterile hateful fits of hunger, of desire. Now I really am satisfied, because I can’t think of anything better.”—Henry James