Was there ever a great true love? Anyone who became the object of my obsession and not simply my affections?...I could not let myself become that unmindful. Isn't that what love is - losing your mind?...

Even when I worked in that world, I still wanted love so strong that the man would have no interest in another woman. Maybe you will always be incapable of giving that kind of love. You tell me I want...

You know how it is. Love's flame flickers and dies, reason returns to her throne, and you aren't nearly as ready to hop about and jump through hoops as in the first pristine glow of the divine...

Stimulated by the juice, I believe, men have even been known to ride alligators.

The snag in this business of falling in love, aged relative, is that the parties of the first part so often get mixed up with the wrong parties of the second part, robbed of their cooler judgement by...

Love is a delicate plant that needs constant tending and nurturing, and this cannot be done by snorting at the adored object like a gas explosion and calling her friends lice.

The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.

This is the most profound spiritual truth I know: that even when we're most sure that love can't conquer all, it seems to anyway. It goes down into the rat hole with us, in the guise of our friends,...

...most of the time, all you have is the moment, and the imperfect love of the people around you.

I don't remember who said this, but there really are places in the heart you don't even know exist until you love a child.

She raised her eyes and looked at him. He'd never seen despair before. He thought he had, but he had not.

He tried to read her heart in her handclasp but he knew nothing.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.

The path of true love never ran smooth. More likely you ran out of gas, blew a tire, and hit the wall before you crossed the finish line.

Love, no matter how it's expressed, is still love. We all have flaws, and so our love will be flawed. But that doesn't diminish it.

And everyone is always saying that marriage is really hard and takes a lot of work. But the thing is, when you know that you love someone, those things don't matter. You have to push all the everyday...

I have always found that actively lovin

So long as you use a knife, there's some love left.

Looking at her, thinking of her transported him, which struck him as vile because now it was hard for him not to despise the icy serenity of their earlier relations. And he knew that he should not...

She understood perfectly that when the object of anticipation becomes paramount, trouble begins to lurk like a panther.

Aren't I enough for you?' she asked

...you love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And there I will die smothered.

It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge;...

If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or--and the outward semblance is the same--crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never...

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!

Just bear a passing resemblance to a fictional romantic trope I like and I will love you forever. We're all just trying to find the Mark Darcy of our workplace, aren't we?

I loved you then and I love you now and I have loved you every second in between.

I'd like to get away from earth awhileAnd then come back to it and begin over.May no fate wilfully misunderstand meAnd half grant what I wish and snatch me awayNot to return. Earth's the right place...

The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean