Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that...

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

She felt the lurch of a head rush. The boy who had not paid attention to her; the man who'd embarked on an affair knowing she could never be his; at the last moment he was asking for more. A piece of...

Around them there was nothing but silence, as if all the world were holding its breath.

Each kiss was nearer to the last one of all.

He was a story at least, even if he never became anything else.

He was kind, he was single, he was vulnerable, he made her laugh {not always intentionally, true, but often enough}. Every time she saw him, he seemed to have become a little more handsome.

And I have to say, books haven't helped much with all this. Because whenever you read anything about love, whenever anyone tries to define it, there's always a state or an abstract noun, and I try to...

But there was an important and essential truth contained in the idea, and the truth was that these things matter, and it's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record...

There were about seventy-nine squillion people in the world, and if you were very lucky, you would end up being loved by fifteen or twenty of them.

{...} falling in love with someone beautiful and intelligent and the rest of it, then feeling like a blank twit put you at something of a disadvantage.

This thing about looking for someone less different... It only really worked, he realized, if you were convinced that being you wasn't so bad in the first place.

{About Love}The most important thing in life, and you can't tell whether people have it or not. Surely this is wrong? Surely people who are happy should look happy, at all times, no matter how much...

Did I do and say these things? Yes, I did. Are there any mitigating circumstances? Not really, unless any circumstances {in other words, context} can be regarded as mitigating. And before you judge,...

It is that until the joy that produces the presence of the man whom he loves he feels better alone. If the presence outside the continuing, it would only be present in its constant. Stop it is only...

I believe that in matters of the heart there is no such thing as compromise. Love means that you give each other everything.

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two passions that are not only different, but almost opposite. Love does not manifest itself with the desire to make love {...} but with the...

But was it love? Was it simply the hysteria of a man who, aware deep down of his inaptitude for love, felt the self-deluding need to simulate it?

Any schoolboy can do experiments in the physics laboratory to test various scientific hypothesis. But man, because he has only one life to live, cannot conduct experiments to test whether to follow...

Sensuality is the total mobilization of the senses: an individual observes his partner intently, straining to catch every sound.

The termites of reduction have always gnawed away at life: even the greatest love ends up as a skeleton of feeble memories.

Revolution in Love'. Can you tell me what you mean by that? Do you want free love as against bourgeois marriage, or monogamy as against bourgeois promiscuity?

Tell me, where in life is there a value that would make us consider suicide uncalled for on principle! Love? Or friendship? I guarantee that friendship is not a bit less fickle than love and it is...

For he was aware of the great secret of life: Women don't look for handsome men. Women look for men who have had beautiful women. Having an ugly mistress is therefore a fatal mistake.

Don't scare you if you feel my lips on the neck, I didn't want to kiss you, it's just clumsy love.

When she found a place of her ownand packed her bags he asked her to marry him. She kissed him, and quoted in his ear,"He married a woman to stop her getting away, Now she's there all day."

When love dies and marriage lies in ruins, the first casualty is honest memory, decent, impartial recall of the past. Too inconvenient, too damning of the present. It's the spectre of old happiness at...

Dearest Cecilia, You'd be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don't think I can blame the...

When it's gone, you'll know what a gift love was. You'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

And how can you say I love you to someone you love?I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary. I...