Quotes About Love

If you had my love And I gave you all my trust Would you comfort me And if somehow you knew that your love would be untrue Would you lie to me And call me baby

I think God made you for me, a mix of passionate fidelities, baby your so complete, I write this song to let you know, that you will always be my lust, my love, my man, my child, my friend, and my king

I'm never satisfied Honey my appetite Is keeping me up at night I'm going crazy for more of your love I need you all the time You bring me back to life I'm going crazy for more of your love

I wake up in bed alone. The silence in my room reminds me of the emptiness in my heart. I failed at love--again. Except this time, it wasn't just me. I am haunted by the inescapable thought that I let down my beautiful babies, Max and Emme. I wanted so badly for things to have turned out differently.

Where you really have your eggs in one basket and that breach happens and you know you should go but you're still in love and you just don't know what to do. It hits you because it's not like -- you're a cheater, and a liar, and I hate you, and you're no good, and I'm leaving. It's not that. It's like, I'm tormented. Even though you've done this and I know it, I still don't know what to do. I know I should go, but I don't want to. And that's why it's such a f***ed-up thing.

For me, love is the never-ending question. It is confusing. It is the answer, but it is also inundated with contradictions and complications.

You don't change what you love or you never loved it to begin with.

I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

You are a light that will always guide me, a whisper I'll always strain to hear.

Love is like cigarettes. It gives you a little pleasure while you're at it, but leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth and a pain in your chest.

Belle]'d fallen in love with him at fifteen, galloping down clay roads with the leaves of autumn swirling around them. They'd discovered the nooks and crannies of passion in his mother's darkened parlor on a rolling sea of dark wine velvet, amid a flotilla of lacy white antimacassars...

Since I know you don't like me, don't bother answering, because it would trouble you; but I remember you always and I keep a place for you in my heart, brimful of poetry.

The first wild birds of the morning Are breaking out of the trees. And now the night is dying On the sharp edge of the stone. Let's find a corner of darkness Where I will love you always, And I won't care about people Or the poison that they spread.

What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.

Oh honey, there's nothing new on this earth when it comes to what men and women do in the dark. First love is when you learn. So you've learned that love can open you up like spring sun on a wee primrose. Good. Remember that. You know how to love.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water.

Understand one single day fully, so you can love every night.

The bride, the white bride today a maiden, tomorrow a wife.

Never let me lose the marvel of your statue eyes or the accent that by night the solitary rose of your breath places on my cheek.

The groom is like a flower of gold. When he walks, blossoms at his feet unfold.

It's a trick, love's word, a broken mirror, footsteps in the water. Then you'd leave me in the tomb again, just as everyone does when trying to convince those listening to them that true love is impossible.

Devoutly the teachers point out huge fumigated domes; but beneath the statues there's no love, no love beneath the eyes set in crystal. Love is there, in flesh ripped by thirst, in the tiny hut struggling against the flood; love is there, in ditches where snakes of hunger wrestle, in the sad sea that rocks dead gulls, and in the darkest stinging kiss under pillows.

For each kiss I gave you a huge cluster of tears!