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Quotes About Love

I love you, Bro
~ Raymond Carver
In addition to being in love, we like each other and enjoy one another's company.
~ Raymond Carver
Do me a favor this morning. Draw the curtain and come back to bed. Forget the coffee. We'll pretend we're in a foreign country, and in love.
~ Raymond Carver
Sai bene che non sogno. Ma ieri notte ho sognato che assistevamo a un funerale nel mare. All'inizio ero attonito. Poi pieno di rimpianti. Ma tu m'hai sfiorato un braccio e hai detto: "no, va tutto bene. Era molto vecchia, e poi lui l'ha amata tutta la vita
~ Raymond Carver
It's funny how we can be in love with someone one day, and the next we can easily fall in love with someone else.
~ Raymond Carver
I lifted him out. I held him. I held that half of him.
~ Raymond Carver
Grief Woke up early this morning and from my bed looked far across the Strait to see a small boat moving through the choppy water, a single running light on. Remembered my friend who used to shout his dead wife's name from hilltops around Perugia. Who set a plate for her at his simple table long after she was gone. And opened the windows so she could have fresh air. Such display I found embarrassing. So did his other friends. I couldn't see it. Not until this morning.
~ Raymond Carver
That's right,' Mel said. 'Some vassal would come along and spear the bastard in the name of love. Or whatever the fuck it was they fought over in those days.' Same things we fight over these days,' Terri said. Laura said, 'Nothing's changed.
~ Raymond Carver
Iba a contaros algo -empezó Mel-. Bueno, iba a demostrar algo. Veréis: sucedió hace unos meses, pero sigue sucediendo en este mismo instante, y es algo que debería hacer que nos avergoncemos cuando hablamos como si supiéramos de qué hablamos cuando hablamos de amor.
~ Raymond Carver
Physical love, that impulse that drives you to someone special, as well as love of the other person's being, his or her essence, as it were. Carnal love and, well, call it sentimental love, the day-to-day caring about the other person.
~ Raymond Carver
He was reaching to light a cigarette with his last match when his hands began to tremble. The match went out, and he stood there holding the empty matchbook and the cigarette, staring at the vast expanse of trees at the end of the bright meadow. "Harry, we have to love each other," she said. "We'll just have to love each other," she said.
~ Raymond Carver
It seems to me we're just beginners at love.
~ Raymond Carver
All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory
~ Raymond Carver
a boy and girl in love, burning with it.
~ Raymond Carver
He ran his fingers through my hair. He did it slowly, as if thinking about something else. He ran his fingers through my hair. He did it tenderly, as a lover would.
~ Raymond Carver
Hummingbird FOR TESS Suppose I say summer, write the word "hummingbird," put it in an envelope, take it down the hill to the box. When you open my letter you will recall those days and how much, just how much, I love you.
~ Raymond Carver
Imagine a woman who could never see herself as she was seen in the eyes of her loved one.
~ Raymond Carver
The memory of being that intimate with somebody. We were so intimate I could puke. I can't imagine ever being that intimate with somebody else.
~ Raymond Carver
And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on this earth.
~ Raymond Carver
It was only late at night, on the nights he was not with Carol, that he wished for an end to the love he still had for Eileen and felt tormented as to why all of this had happened.
~ Raymond Carver
In addition to being in love, we like each other and enjoy one another's company. She's easy to be with.
~ Raymond Carver
Creo que en el amor no somos más que principiantes. Decimos
~ Raymond Carver
Alcohol is like love. The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.
~ Raymond Chandler
The wet air was as cold as the ashes of love.
~ Raymond Chandler