Monday, 6 April 2015

Quotes About Love


You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.


I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love.


If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.


Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.


Each time you happen to me all over again.


I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.


You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me.


‘Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all.


The winds were warm about us, the whole earth seemed the wealthier for our love.


In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.


I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.


To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.


By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what’s still worse, love any woman in the world but her.


Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.


That the last two letters in her name were the first two in his, a silly thing he never mentioned to her but caused him to believe that they were bound together.


Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind/And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.


One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.


It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.


I would die for you. But I won’t live for you.


As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.


I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.


It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.


You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.


It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.


My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness


Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.


What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.


The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being.


A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved


I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong. 

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