"I did not know you were traveling too. Why?" she said, letting fall the hand with which she was
about to take hold of the handrail. And her face shown with irrepressible joy and animation.
"Why?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know I am going in order to be
where you are," he said. "I can't help it."
The human heart feels things the eyes cannot see and knows what the mind cannot understand.
When I first met you, I was scared to hug you. When I hugged you, I was scared to kiss
you. When I kissed you, I was scared to love you. Now that I love you, I'm scared to lose you.
Why do the kisses of the one you love linger in your heart like summer days? Why does
his touch send shivers down your spine each time you think of it? Why does he make me want and
want and want? Why do I keep finding myself looking back on our one and only memorable moment
together? It all adds up to being in love and you will find that it just does not pay.
If he wants to know how great my love is, I would tell him to count the waves.
And we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been
enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not
necessary for love.
When love becomes a command, hatred can become a pleasure.
The heart's affections are divided like the branches of the cedar tree; if the tree loses
one strong branch; it will suffer but it does not die; it will pour all its vitality into the
next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty place.
Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked
up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. . . It really is worth fighting for, being
brave for, risking everything for.
And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.
In love, the paradox occurs that two things become one and yet remain two.
Calling it a simple schoolgirl crush was like saying a Rolls Royce was a vehicle with four
wheels, something like a hay wagon. She did not giggle wildly and blush when she saw him, nor
did she chalk his name on trees or write it on the walls of the Kissing Bridge. She simply lived
with his face in her heart all of the time, a kind of sweet, hurtful ache. She would have died
for him.
You gave your parents grief and pain, but left me loneliest, and heartbroken. You could
not open your strong arms to me from your deathbed, or say a thoughtful word, for me to cherish
all my life long as I weep for you night and day.
. . . a knight errant without a ladylove was like a tree without leaves or fruit, a body
without soul.
Without love there would be no squeezing of hands, no softening of hurts. . . and there
would be no eyes to share joy with.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
If thou hadst seen me, thou hadst loved me. I saw thee, and I loved thee. Oh, how I
loved thee. . . I am athirst for thy beauty; I am hungry for thy body; and neither wine nor
apples can appease my desire. What shall I do now? Neither the floods nor the great waters can
quench my passion. I was a princess, and thou didst scorn me. Wherefore didst thou not look at
me? If thou hadst looked at me, thou hadst loved me. Well, I know that thou wouldst have loved
me, and the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.
We live, as I hope you know, in an age of ideals. The fact is constantly mentioned in the
more expensive monthly magazines, and has reached the provincial pulpits I am told: and my ideal
has always been to love someone of the name of Ernest. There is something in that name that
inspires absolute confidence. The moment Algernon first mentioned to me that he had a friend
called Ernest, I knew I was destined to love you.
Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes. . . just be an illusion.
You're lucky if anyone loves you for any reason at all. Don't make them have to be the
right reasons. Love is love.
Love is an attempt to change a piece of the dream-world into reality.
Love it just the way it is right now.
. . .Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your
eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at
all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand. . .
And so Anna went away. He watched until she was out of sight, the one he'd waited for all
these years. He felt a sob rise up in his breast and he let it come, let the tears come, and for
a few minutes all his wisdom could not help him. . .
Then he recovered and remembered his own words, that he was happy she was here in the world. . .
every person who passed through her life would be touched by her holiness and there would be a
ripple effect.
Whoever said that there are plenty of fish in the sea was lying. Sometimes, there's only
one fish.
I mean yes, she is beautiful, but that's not why I love her. I love her for who she is
and if she weren`t beautiful, it wouldn't matter. You know how someone's appearance can change
the longer you know them? How a really attractive person, if you don't love them, can become
more and more ugly? Whereas someone you might not have even noticed, that you wouldn't look at
more than once, if you love them, can become the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. All you
want to do is be with them. I love her, and it doesn't matter what she looks like.
I might be the only person on the face of the earth who knows you're the greatest woman on
earth. I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that
you do, and how you are with Spencer, "Spence", and in every single thought that you have, and
how you always say what you mean, and how you always mean something that's all about being
straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they
can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the
greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me.
Don't say we're not right for each other 'cause the way I see it is we may not be right
for anyone else.
I'd walk across this world just to be close to you because I want you close to me.
Though I wish with all my heart and soul for him to love me as I love him, I try not to
admit that the star I'm wishing on isn't really there.
Love hurts the most when you know you've hurt the person that means the most to you.
Love is an illusion people force themselves into believing so they won't have to be alone.
Why do they call it a crush? Because that's how you feel when they don't feel the same
way in return.
Love: the feeling that God put an angel on earth just for you.
One of the oldest human needs is having someone to wonder where you are when you don't
come home at night.
I would not leave you in your times of trouble. We never could have come this far. I
took the good times, I'll take the bad times, I'll take you just the way you are.
Love still stands when all else has fallen.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect
person perfectly.
It's not the easiest thing to meet the friends of someone you've fallen in love with. . .
Once someone touches your heart, the fingerprints last forever.
When someone you love dies, treasure the time you spent with them. Even if you only knew
them for a little while, it was better than not knowing them at all.
The things that we love tell us what we are.
Forgive me father, but I'm falling in love and that's all I have for confession today.
Love is neither a sublime truth nor a righteous excuse to war, it is merely a
self-justification to your miserable lives.
A true romantic shall love to be loved, and yet love to be alone.
Love with your soul, and hate with heart. Think with your mind, and accept your death
comfortably.
Love isn't the darkness of fear. Love is the light of understanding.
However often you may say 'I love you', you should always say it more.
It's easier to listen to your heart when your mind stops talking.
If you've got someone to love, tell them often. Then you won't feel compelled to say it
when you don't really mean it.
I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest
of your life to start as soon as possible.
