Quotes About Love

My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.

I don't want to live— I want to love first, and live…incidentally.

nobody h?s ever me?sured, not even poets, how much the he?rt c?n hold.

Being in love, she concluded, is simply the presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone. Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure, she thought, another chance in life.

She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.

Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.

Everybody gives you belief for the asking,' she said to David, 'and so few people give you anything more to believe in than your own belief - just not letting you down, that's all. Its so hard to find a person who accepts responsibilities beyond what you ask.' 'So easy to be loved - so hard to love.' David answered

she tried to weave the strength of her father and the young beauty of her first love with David, the happy oblivion of her teens and her warm protected childhood into a magic cloak.

Scott-there's nothing in the world I want but you-and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live in a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love less-and less-and I'd do anything-anything-to keep your heart for my own-I don't want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally.

David, I'll fly for you, if you'll love me!" "Fly, then." "I can't fly, but love me anyway." "Poor wingless child!" "Is it so hard to love me?" "Do you think you are easy, my illusive possession?

I still know in my heart that it is a Godless, dirty game; that love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth and is about the equivalent of people who stimulate themselves with dirty post cards-

Since we first met I have loved you with whatever I had to love you with.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the hearth can hold.

We couldn't go on indefinitely being swept off our feet.

I do not want to live. I want to love and then to live, incidentally.

Won't we be quite the pair? You with your bad heart, me with my bad head. Together, though, we might have something worthwhile.

It was good to be a stranger in a land when you felt aggressive and acquisitive, but when you began to weave your horizons into some kind of shelter it was good to know that hands you loved had helped in their spinning - made you feel as if the threads would hold together better.

I've tried so many times to think of a new way to say it - and it's still I love you - love you - love you - my Sweetheart.

Kiss me, lover. One darling kiss.

It is very melancholy without you. I love you more all the time and since I did not think there was any more it's an overwhelming and frightening state to be in.

We will have each other and we can be safe and warm.

Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short, or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves above your head. But wherever it was, it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.

Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.