Losing through you what seemed myself, I find myself unimaginably mine, beyond sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears. Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my...

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide and this is the wonder that's keeping the...

For a time you can be alone and doing fine and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely. It stabs at you, almost like a physical pain, and you feel both deprived and angry, deprived...

Think of the person you love the most in the world. Do you really see them visually? Or don't you see on a much deeper level? It's lots easier to visualize people we don't know very well.

There ought to be a law against the sun rising and setting for you in somebody else.

It is far. But there is no journey upon this earth that a man may not make if he sets his heart to it. There is nothing, Umbopa, that he cannot do, there are no mountains he may not climb, there are...

And without Dex in my life, I like to think I could have somehow found contentment. But the truth is, I feel freer with Dex than I ever did when I was single. I feel more myself with him than without....

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the...

We are never through with the requirement for acceptance. This isn't a curse limited to the inadequate and the weak. Insecurity may even be a peculiar sign of well-being. It means we haven't allowed...

Every fall into love involves the triumph of hope over self-knowledge. We fall in love hoping we won't find in another what we know is in ourselves, all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty,...

There are times when I worry that I've already lost myself. That is, that my self is so inseparable from being with you that if we were to separate, I would no longer be. I save this thought for when...

At detumescence, after all, there is conversation, that is where love begins.

The movie I was working on, "Cleopatra", it's about how destructive a force love can be. But maybe that's what every story is about.

Life is a comical business, and there isn't anything funnier than love traveling through time.

Love like that? Hell, it seems so pure, it's damn near criminal.

No, I don't think I could fall in love with him, handsome though he is, because I don't accept any of that huff he gives me about my great beauty and all that. I'd have to trust a man's words before I...

Where there is hatred, let me sow love.

I love him and therefore I want to protect him - - even from me, if that makes sense. I didn't want to skip any steps of preparation, or leave anything unresolved that might reemerge later to harm us...

Rudy, please, wake up. God damn it, wake up, I love you. Come on, Rudy, come one, Jesse Owens, don't you know I love you, wake up, wake up, wake up...

Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason. Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, Laggard dawns; Are omens and nightmares - Listening for a knock, Waiting for...

I came to see that knowing what love isn't might be just as valuable, though infinitely less satisfying, as knowing what it is.

Watch over Honoria, will you? See she doesn't marry an idiot. {Daniel Smythe - Smith}

Being in love doesn't mean loving. You may be in love with a woman and yet hate her.

I am sorry I can say nothing more to console you, for love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action, rapidly performed and in...

"I love you," she said. "What brought that on?" She smiled. "It's like a fever. It comes and goes. I think your smiles bring it on." "Then remind me to give you more of them." She rested her head...

Love can't be forced into existence, it won't come simply because you will it to happen

If I had a hundred kingdoms, I would trade them all for you, my dearest love. I was nothing until you.

Love. Love wasn't sweet and light, it was visceral and overpowering. Love wasn't patient, love wasn't kind. Love was ferocious, love knew how to play dirty.

They conducted their love affair in the room above the abandoned corn exchange as the autumn weather came lop-leggedly in from the east: now a warm day, now a sunny one, now four days of cold winds...

He had thought love as a policy made a lot of sense for those who could manage it, and anyone who could manage it belonged in religious life. The rest of us have to struggle with more ordinary love,...