Quotes About Love

When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [...] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262)

Alcohol is like love," he said. "The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.

What rattled and thumped was a knotted towel full of melting ice cubes. Somebody who loved me very much had put them on the back of my head. Somebody who loved me less had bashed in the back of my skull. It could have been the same person. People have moods.

From Raymond Chandler Speaking On his wife, after her death- For 30 years, 10 months and four days, she was the light of my life, my whole ambition. Anything I did was just the fire for her to warm her hands at. That is all there is to say. She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound.

We were very much in love—the wild, mysterious, improbable kind of love that never comes but once.

He had a heart as big as one of Mae West's hips

Dead men are heavier than broken hearts. It

El alcohol es como el amor —expresó—. El primer beso es magia; el segundo, intimidad; el tercero, rutina. Después de eso lo que hacemos es descestir a la muchacha.

El alcohol es como el amor —expresó—. El primer beso es magia; el segundo, intimidad; el tercero, rutina. Después de eso lo que hacemos es desvestir a la muchacha.

Alcohol is like love,' he said. 'The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine.

I have such a beautiful love for myself—and the sweet part of it—no rivals.

The thing looked cut and dried to them. A nasty affair between two rather nasty people, too much loving, too much drinking, too much proximity ending in a savage hatred and a murderous impulse and death.

There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want to love so much we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, 'There is something about you I cherish.' It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.

Love doesn't demand; it accepts. It has taken me my life to learn this.

Love doesn't demand; it accepts. Mara to Kamilo.

Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is something about you I cherish." It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.

All the way home, his wound pulsing with every hearbeat, he had cursed himself for a fool. How could he think she loved him? He had never been loved in his life, save perhaps by Erik and the other men who had served with him across the sea, and that was the love of comrades. He had never known the love of women, just their embrace. Twice he had found tears running down his face...

Love doesn't demand; it accepts, Mara to Kamlio. Mistress of the Empire - The Empire Trilogy

The ways of the heart are complex." He looked out at the ocean again. "The waves churn and break upon the rocks, Talon. So do human feelings. Passion can be a man's undoing. With passion must come wisdom; otherwise, your enemies have a weapon to use against you.

I know, when we are young we cannot entertain the idea another's feelings can be as deep as our own. Our love is so much loftier, our pain so much more intense.

Some love comes like a wind off the sea, while others grow slowly from the seeds of friendship and kindness.

Love is like a lot of things, it is always best done with the head. Save mindless efforts for mindless things.

Pug turned to regard her in the warm glow. He had been married to Miranda for more than half his life now, yet he found her a constant mystery and occasionally a challenge. But at moments like this he was grateful she was close at hand.

No, Pug. There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is something about you I cherish." It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love.