Quotes About Love

I'll take your breath any way you give it to me, Shura.

Tania...you and I had only one moment..."said Alexander. "A single moment in time, in your time and mine...one instant, when another life could have still been possible." He kissed her lips. "Do you know what I'm talking about?" (When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.) "I know that moment," whispered Tatiana.

She paused when he did not speak. "I know what I would do if I were you." Frantically, Tatiana chewed her lip. It was love or truth. Love won. Steeling herself, she said, "Yes," in a fragment of a voice. "I would choose America over you." Alexander broke down. "Come here, you lying wife," he said, bringing her close, encompassing her.

There is no hate without fear [...]. Hate is fear crystallized, fear objectified. We hate what threatens our selves, our dreams, our plans, our freedom, our place in the world, our place in the hearts of the people we love. We fear first. Then we hate.

there were different kinds of beautiful and the right man would find her the right beautiful for him.

Hablas de amor, pero ni siquiera sabes de qué se trata. A los diecisiete años, el amor es un fuego que consume el cuerpo, pero en el cual no interviene todavía el corazón. Por eso te perdono que te hayas lanzado sobre mí con semejante violencia. Por eso no te hago arrojar en prisión. ¿Amor? ¿Acaso significan algo para ti mis pensamientos, mis planes o mis sueños? ¡Vete de aquí enseguida!

To say that O began to await her lover the minute he left her is a vast understatement: she was henceforth nothing but vigil and night.

They can do whatever they want with me, I don't care," she murmured. "But tell me you still love me.

She felt as though she were a statue of ashes—bitter, useless, damned—like the salt statues of Gomorrah. For she was guilty. Those who love God, and by Him are abandoned in the dark of night, are guilty, because they are abandoned.

The fact that he gave her was to him a proof, and ought to be one for her as well that she belonged to him: one can only give what belongs to you.

The more he surrendered her, the more he would hold her dear. The fact that he gave her was to him a proof, and ought to be one for her as well, that she belonged to him: one can only give what belongs to you.

For a long time he had wanted to prostitute her, and he was delighted to feel that the pleasure he was deriving was even greater than he had hoped, and that it bound him to her all the more, as it bound her to him, all the more so because, through it, she would be more humiliated and ravaged. Since she loved him, she could not help loving whatever derived from him.

In the final analysis, with Rene she had been an apprentice to love, she had loved him only to learn how to give herself, enslaved and surfeited, to Sir Stephen.

To say that from the moment her lover had left, O began to await his return would be an understatement. She turned into pure vigil, darkness in waiting expectation of light.

In old age her voice had become thin as a bird's, but her reading was still beautiful to him.

A woman who loves her husband is merely paying her bills. A woman who loves her lover gives alms to the poor.

Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the luxury is in the lobby.

Alexander Barrington, I want forever love in you.

In Alexander's life there was one thread that could not be broken by death, by distance, by time, by war. Could not be broken. As long as I am in the world, she said with her breath and her body, as long as I am, you are permanent, soldier.

Tatiana...you and I had only one moment..." said Alexander. "A single moment in time, in your time and mine...one instant, when another life could have still been possible." He kissed her lips. "Do you know what I'm talking about?" When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street. "I know that moment," whispered Tatiana.

Tatiana realized she was too young to hide well what was in her heart but old enough to know that her heart was in her eyes.

Shura...are you...in love with me?" "Turn to me," Alexander said. She turned. "Tatia, I worship you. I'm crazy in love with you. I want you to marry me.

If there is God, I thought...Please some day let me make love to this girl while she wears that dress." "Oh..." "Tatiasha...isn't it nice to know there is a God?

All grimy and sweaty, Alexander drew her to him, his palms on her back, and bending to her and tilting his head, whispered into her mouth, "Tatiasha, I know you won't believe this, but if I'm looking at the sheets when I'm making love to you, we've got a bigger problem than what damn color they are.