Quotes About Love

To think that I am not going to think of you anymore is still thinking of you. Let me then try not to think that I am not going to think of you.

I NEVER SAW Susan without feeling a small but discernible thrill. The thrill was mixed with a feeling of gratitude that she was with me, and a feeling of pride that she was with me, and a feeling of arrogance that she was fortunate to be with me. But mostly it was just a quick pulse along the ganglia which, if it were audible, would sound a little like woof.

The best moments in my life," I said, "have come because I loved somebody." "Yeah," he said. "And the worst," I said.

There is excitement in a new kiss, but there is a quality of memory and intimacy in kissing someone you've kissed often before. I

I put my arms around her and closed my eyes and put my cheek against the top of her head and stood for a long time without speaking while my soul melted into her. I knew we weren't the same person. I knew that it was good that we weren't. I knew separateness made love possible. But there were moments, like this one, of crystalline stillness, when it felt as if we really could merge like two oceans at the bottom of the world.

Can you analyze our relationship in the light of Silvermanian pragmatism?" I said. "I love you because I find it compelling to be loved so entirely. You love me because as long as you do you can believe in romantic love.

All the received truths of popular culture presume that successful love is rooted in shared interests. Dating services computerize preference, hobbies, vacations, and such so that they can match like with like.

smiled at me again, a smile perfectly capable of launching a thousand ships and very likely to burn the topless towers of Ilium. We

Robert B. Parker

Susan said, Ã¢â'¬Å"Have you given any thought to how we should spend Christmas?" "Only that we should be together." I glanced over at the softly snoring Pearl. "With Pearl, of course. Hawk, too. Maybe

Professionally," Susan said, "I'm not at all sure that love, as such, is not simply a complex of human impulses: need, identification, possessiveness, fear of loneliness, impulse to replicate the family from which you sprang, sexual desire, anger, the desire to punish, the desire to be punished.

To be looked at by Susan, naked, with those eyes, over a glass of pink champagne, was all I knew on earth, and all I had to know.

There were worse things than being in love with two women. Better than being in love with none.

I want her with me," I said, "and more than that, I want her to want to be with me.

Susan laughed. I always loved the sound of her laughter. And to have caused it was worth the west side of heaven.

I peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks. This was another good sign. Susan

peeked under the covers. Susan was naked except for a pair of thick white athletic socks. This was another good sign. Susan

SUSAN AND I made love at her house, we had to shut Pearl the wonder dog out of the bedroom, because if we didn't, Pearl would attempt tirelessly to insinuate herself between us. Neither

It's like I need to love you to come back whole from where I sometimes go.

I was doing curls. Hawk said, "How you and Susan doing?" "Love is lovelier," I said, "the second time around." "Worth the scramble," Hawk said.

You walked a mile in the rain to drink hot water?" "To be with you," she said. "You're better than pie." And I turned under the umbrella and embraced her with my free arm and pressed my mouth against hers and held her hard against me and smelled her perfume and closed my eyes and kissed her for a long time in the still rain, and even after

You ever read Machiavelli?" I said. "I imagine somebody mentioned him to me at Harvard." "He argued that it is better to be feared than loved," I said.

SUSAN AND PEARL and I were in bed together. I loved Pearl, but my preference had always been a ménage à deux. "At least she wasn't in here during," I said to Susan.

And it's the reason I wanted you to live with me." "Not because I am cuter than a bug's ear?" "That too," Susan said. "But mostly I wanted to pretend to be what I had never been.