Quotes About Love

I will always love you Drizzt Do'Urden my life was full and without regret because I knew you and was completed by you. Sleep well, my love.

I don't want you to cook my bread, I don't want you to make my bed. I don't want you to because I'm sad and blue, I just want to make love to you.

Distance cannot matter - ours is a friendship of the heart.

Thus in this sad, but oh, too pleasing state! my soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone.

I want you, I need you, but there ain't no way I'm EVER gonna love you. Now don't be sad, cause two out of three ain't bad.

And do you know Monsieur Marius? I believe I was a little in love with you.

How sad now never to see men holding hands, while everywhere one looks they are holding guns.

When I am sad and wearyWhen I think all hope has goneWhen I walk along High HolbornI think of you with nothing on

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?

He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.

All the broken hearts in the world still beat

There's nothing in this world so sweet as love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate.

Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypres let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love.

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry. Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

...Something about, 'I love my dad, I love my dad, makes me feel better when I'm sad ... I love you to the moon and back.

She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.

Suffering, if it does not diminish love, will transport us to the furthest shore.

The Bible was meant to be read by those in love. It's sad when it's not.

He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

It is not, Dear, because I am alone, For I am lonelier when the rest are near, But that my place against your heart has grown Too dear to dream of when you are not here.

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.

It is always a sad thing to understand those who once were obscured by the mystery and intangibility of the thoughtlessly loved.