Quotes About Love

Nowhere have I had such lovely friends as in Germany," she wrote. "Looking back on it all is like seeing someone you love go mad—and do horrible things.

What Edith did not yet appreciate was that Wilson was now a man in love, and as White House usher Ike Hoover observed, Wilson was "no mean man in love-making when once the germ has found its resting place.

He died in his bed at his farm on February 9, 1940, at 3:10 p.m., with Martha and Bill Jr. at his side, his life work—his Old South—anything but finished.

On February 16, 1943, at 6:00 p.m., she was executed by guillotine. Her last words: "And I have loved Germany so.

In an aside to his own parliamentary secretary, Churchill said, "Love me, love my dog, and if you don't love my dog you damn well can't love me.

Back in America, true to her nature if not to Boris, Martha met and promptly fell in love with a new man

love dies slowly with me, if at all

As bombs fell, libidos soared. . . Young people were reluctant to contemplate death without having shared their bodies with someone else. It was sex at its sweetest: not for money or marriage, but for love of being alive and wanting to give.

What he craved was possession and the power it gave him; what he adored was anticipation - the slow acquisition of love, then life, and finally the secrets within. The ultimate disposition of the material was irrelevant, a recreation.

All you need to be married are champagne, a box of cigars, and a double bed," he said. Or this: "One of the secrets of a happy marriage is never to speak to or see the loved one before noon.

Oh tais-toi mon coeur." ("Be quiet, my heart.")

He's like a man who's married a whore: he knows she's a whore, but he loves her just the same.

In his last moments, she said, he had run his fingers over his bedding as if playing the piano. "Do you hear that?" he whispered. "Isn't it wonderful? That's what I call music.

Oh, so many things swarmed in my thoughts," she wrote; "and yet each time I was with him I felt the charm of his presence.

One of the secrets of a happy marriage is never to speak to or see the loved one before noon.

Churchill said, "Love me, love my dog, and if you don't love my dog you damn well can't love me.

Whether Venetia and Asquith had ever had a physical relationship remained for all but them an unresolved question, although if word volume alone were a measure of romantic intensity, Asquith was a man lost irreclaimably to love.

Love me, love my dog, and if you don't love my dog you damn well can't love me.

I am tired of always dying with a broken heart.

Seriously, Dad…a peach pit?" "This subject is closed, Erika.

Here's my top secret: When I have a crush, the world is way pretty, like all the colors are brighter. —Mason

I still wasn't convinced that tossing a shoe didn't mean you harbored an anger-management problem, but I did understand love now. How it wrapped around you and made you more aware of the prickles on your skin, the roots of your hair, the intensity of every touch and every inch of you. It was like life on hi-def. Everything was sharper.

If she had learned anything twenty-five years, it was that money wasn't worth much if you didn't have anyone to share it with.

Angel? he whispered in the dark. Yes? What does it feel like to love someone? A lump caught in my throat and I lightly ran my fingers down his bare arm. It feels like this. That's what I thought. -Erin McCarthy/The Coming Dark