Quotes About Love

Together is my favorite place to be." "Chocolate is the answer. Who cares what the question is." "You don't need someone to complete you. You only need someone to accept you completely.

What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many?

Aeneas carried his aged father on his back from the ruins of Troy and so do we all, whether we like it or not, perhaps even if we have never known them.

He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.

So I suppose I do not know how he really looked, and, in fact, I suppose I shall never know, now, for he was plainly an object created in the mode of fantasy. His image was already present somewhere in my head and I was seeking to discover it in actuality, looking at every face I met in case it was the right face - that is, the face which corresponded to my notion of the unseen face of the one I should love, a face created parthenogeneticallyby the rage to love which consumed me.

I don't begrudge you my company, my darling. We must all make do with what rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.

A mother is always a mother, since a mother is a biological fact, whilst a father is a movable feast.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

When I'd first loved him, I wanted to take him apart, as a child dismembers a clockwork toy, to comprehend the inscrutable mechanics of its interior." -flesh and the mirror

And could love free me from the shadows? Can a caged bird sing only the song it knows or can it learn a new song?)

She stayed beside me until I slept, waveringly, brilliantly, hooded in diaphanous scarlet, and occasionally she left an imperative written in lipstick on my dusty windowpane. BE AMOROUS! she exhorted one night and, another night, BE MYSTERIOUS! Some nights later, she scribbled: WHEN YOU BEGIN TO THINK, YOU LOSE THE POINT.

I speak as if he had no secrets from me. Well, then, you must know I was suffering from love and I knew him as intimately as I knew my own image in a mirror. In other words, I knew him only in relation to myself.

The lilies i always associate with him; that are white. And stain you.

In his diabolic solitude, only the possibility of love could awake the libertine to perfect, immaculate terror. It is in this holy terror of love that we find, in both men and women themselves, the source of all opposition to the emancipation of women.

Love is the synthesis of dream and actuality; love is the only matrix of the unprecedented; love is the tree which buds lovers like roses.

His skin covers me entirely; we are like two halves of a seed, enclosed in the same integument. I should like to grow enormously small, so that you could swallow me, like those queens in fairy tales who conceive when they swallow a grain of corn or a sesame seed. Then I could lodge inside your body and you would bear me.

My fays shall lullaby you as we cuddle up on my mattress of dandelion down.

I've changed a lot since 1969, and so has the world; I'm more benign, the world is far bleaker, and the people in Love would now be edging nervously up to the middle age they thought could never happen, they thought the world would end first.

Marianne had sharp, cold eyes and she was spiteful but her father loved her.

Some cities are women and must be loved; others are men and can only be admired or bargained with.

Sometimes he lays his head on my lap and lets me comb his lovely hair for him; his combings are leaves of every tree in the wood and dryly susurrate around my feet.

The more I saw of love, the less I liked the look of it

Oh, the pain of it, thought Lee, thinking about his children, oh! the exquisite pain of unrequited love. The only authentic wound, the sweet curse they inflict on you, the revenge of heterosexuality.

Palyaço maskesinin alt?nda yatan o yüz, uzun y?llar önce tan???p sevilmiÅŸ, sonra da kaybedilmiÅŸ, ÅŸimdi de yeniden bulunmuÅŸ bir sevgilinin yüzü. Onunla daha önce hç kar??laÅŸmam?? olmama, bana tümüyle yabanc? bir yüz olmas?na kar??n, görüp tan?mamdan bile önce vurgun olduÄŸum bir yüz bu. [sf 288]