Thank you…for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.
If you can’t stand being with a woman who’s more successful than you, then leave her alone. She’s better off without you. If you actually love her, then know the value of that love and make it a promise. That is the only thing she needs from you.
A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.
I love you, Ella. I will love you for the rest of my life. My heart is yours. Please don’t ever give it back to me.
– Warner
A strong man doesn’t have to be dominant toward a woman. He doesn’t match his strength against a woman weak with love for him. He matches it against the world.
…when you decide you want to be with someone forever, you want forever to start right now.
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
I love a man with a great sense of humor and who is intelligent – a man who has a great smile. He has to make me laugh. I like a man who is very ambitious and driven and who has a good heart and makes me feel safe. I like a man who is very strong and independent and confident – that is very sexy – but at the same time, he’s very kind to people.
Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.
Love, hope, fear, faith – these make humanity; These are its sign and note and character.
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours.
In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.
You have a… remarkable memory.”
“I remember everything about you. You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.
I am beginning to understand,” said the little prince. “There is a flower… I think that she has tamed me…
We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.
I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
Do you remember all of your audiences?” Marco asks.
“Not all of them,” Celia says. “But I remember the people who look at me the way you do.”
“What way might that be?”
“As though they cannot decide if they are afraid of me or they want to kiss me.”
” I am not afraid of you,” Marco says.
Just as love is an orientation which refers to all objects and is incompatible with the restriction to one object, so is reason a human faculty which must embrace the whole of the world with which man is confronted.
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star.
It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.
Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good, too.
She had studied the universe all her life, but had overlooked its clearest message: For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
Until then, I will continue to love you more and more with every struggle we face than I loved you when all was perfect.
Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.
He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.
Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.
It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she’s gone. She’s gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s all I can do.
I’m having fun. I’m being myself. I’m doing what I love. That’s all that matters.
I’ll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
I am my heart’s undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it’s own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.
Life is supposed to be about love and good times, and so I’ve forgiven myself after paying the consequences of my bad decisions, and I’m ready to move forward and allow my life to be a light to others that it’s never over, even for a person like me, who has lost a tremendous amount of respect among my peers, my fans, my friends and family.
Life is short but love your loved ones. Love them, kiss them every day because you don’t know what’s going to happen.
The need for intimacy with the Creator never left us; it was embedded in our very nature.
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love – and to put its trust in life.
I think the biggest disease the world suffers from in this day and age is the disease of people feeling unloved. I know that I can give love for a minute, for half an hour, for a day, for a month, but I can give. I am very happy to do that, I want to do that.
God knows far more about living a life of joy and blessings than we do.
My point is that love is the most powerful motivator in the world. It spurs mortals to greatness. Their noblest, bravest acts are done for love.
You just do the things that you love and see if other people can like them too.
Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
Don’t worry about hurting me, if that’s what you’re afraid of. I want to get hurt. At least I´ll feel something for a change.
I’m not married,” he said softly, “because I can’t stomach the idea of marrying a woman inferior to me in mind and spirit. It would mean the death of my soul.
I’m here not because I am supposed to be here, or because I’m trapped here, but because I’d rather be with you than anywhere else in the world.
I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue. Rather, I want to portray a slightly different relationship, one where the two mutually inspire each other to live – if I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.
Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.”
“Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.
What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone’s jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you did—and shared those same beliefs?
…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
Falling for him would be like cliff diving. It would be either the most exhilarating thing that ever happened to me or the stupidest mistake I’d ever make.
I want you any way I can get you. Not because you’re beautiful or clever or kind or adorable, although devil knows you’re all those things. I want you because there’s no one else like you, and I don’t ever want to start a day without seeing you.