Quotes About Love

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in this life.

Anger wishes that all mankind had only one neck; love, that it had only one heart; grief, two tear-glands; and pride, two bent knees.

Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in life.

How stupid lovers can be! But if they were not, there would be no story.

Gentlemen, if my love for you equaled my ignorance of everything concerning you, it would indeed be unbounded.

Yet a simple ceremony in an English church, with no jewels, no brilliant company, no crown, could have made her the happiest woman in the world, providing the right man had shared that ceremony with her.

It is no longer a passion hidden in my heart: it is Venus herself fastened to her prey.

I loved him too much not to hate him at all!

I have loved him too much not to hate

Present, I flee you: absent, I find you again.

I cherished you inconstant; what would I have done, faithful? Now, even now, when your cruel mouth so calmly speaks my death sentence, I wonder, cold wretch, I wonder still, if I do not love you.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. La lumière du jour, les ombres de la nuit, Tout retrace à mes yeux les charmes que j'évite. Tout vous livre à l'envi le rebelle Hippolyte.

Plus l'offenseur m'est cher, plus je ressens l'injure.

Le nom d'amant peut-être offense son courage; Mais il en a les yeux, s'il n'en a le langage.

Do not expect me then to answer for A heart so little master of itself. He may, sir, in this frenzied turmoil wed The one he hates and spurn the one he loves.

It occurred to him that loving people made you both strong and weak at the same time.

Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon.

I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was as eager for what's called loving as I was - more lost and drowned afterwards.

I never use the word 'sex' in my novels - that is not what romance is about. It's about love and emotion. All my stories were different but they all had a happy ending - the perfect finish to any romance.

Moisture and greeness have to do with innocence, love, heart, feelings and tears. All of the [fluids] in our body become moist when we are moved-we cry, we lubricate, we bleed, all of the numinous experiences of our bodies have to do with moisture. And it's moisture that brings life to this planet, that is the cure for the desert experience and the cure for aridness.

To her own heart, which was shaped exactly like a valentine, there came a winglike palpitation, a delicate exigency, and all the fragrance of all the flowery springtime love affairs that ever were seemed waiting for them in the whiskey bottle.

To her own heart, which was shaped exactly like a valentine, there came a winglike palpitation, a delicate exigency, and all the fragrance of all the flowery springtime love affairs that ever were seemed waiting for them in the whisky bottle. To mingle their pain their handshake had promised them, was to produce a separate entity, like a child that could shift for itself, and they scrambled hastily toward this profound and pastoral experience.

He whirled round and round in his rapid love; it pricked him on the breastbone like a needle. He wanted to be shut up in a small space to think about it. He wanted to grab it and eat it like an apple so that nobody else could have it.