Quotes About Love

with dear old

Having someone to tell secrets to is one of the benefits of marriage

Hey," he was saying, "guess what the most common word is in criminal tattoos." "I have no idea." " Love . Hands down. They love their mothers, they love some girl, they love Jesus. And they keep right on doing wrong.

Their kiss recalled old times when everything was new and there was nothing more important in the world than being crazy in love.

truck for an uncle.

I'd bitch slap the devil for you.

Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

It's such a liability to love another person.

To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.

Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.

Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

She felt about a love set as a painter does about his masterpiece; each ace serve was a form of brushwork to her, and her fantastically accurate shot-placing was certainly a study in composition.

The sun is all love and murder, judgement, the perpetual raid of conscience, paratrooping light which opens like a snow-blossom in the downward drift of death. Wherever I turn - the golden cymbals of judgement, the summoning of the torturers of light.

a morass of despair violence death with a thin layer of glass spread upon the surface where Love, a tiny crab with pincers and rainbow shell, walked delicately ever sideways but getting nowhere, while the sun [...] rose higher in the sky its tassels dropping with flame threatening every moment to melt the precarious highway of glass. And the people: giant pathworks of colour with limbs missing and parts of their mind snipped off to fit them into the outline of the free pattern.

Supported by love, any tissue-paper identity may stand like stone.

There is a freedom born from the acknowledgement of greatness in literature, as if one gave away what one desired to keep, and in giving, there is a new space cleared for growth, an onrush of a new season beneath a secret sun. Acknowledging any great work of art is like being in love; one walks on air; any decline, destruction, death are within, not in the beloved; it is a falling in love with immortality, a freedom, a flight in paradise.

Slut: a person who celebrates sexuality and erotic love with an open mind and an open heart.

I have a very strong family.

I am the baby in the family, and I always will be. I am actually very happy to have that position. But I still get teased. I don't mind that.

His heart was dancing far ahead of his feet.

When I walk along that path with you, I want to walk all the way.

I love you, Tippy. I don't mean it to sound corny or kidlike, and I'm not asking you to love me. I just want you to know it, that's all.