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Women, have you had love? How was it told? With diamonds and brocades? Did he ever say he loved your moments of glad grace? Did he ever say: "My love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June?" Women, you're red, red roses, you are. Blossom! Unfold! Open your corsets and bloom!
That's what love is like. It makes your heart race. It turns the world upside down. But if you're not careful, if you don't keep your eyes on something still, you can lose your balance. You can't see what's happening to the people around you. You can't see that you're about to fall.
I knew I was in love. First of all, I was very nauseous.
To be in love with a woman who scorns you is a problem; to be in love with a man who scorns you is a dilemma; but to be in love with your ex-wife is a tragedy.
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No...don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away.Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in green ink when under age, but when of age, in purple.


Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove,
Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother’s hate,
Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate
As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love:
He bears a load which nothing can remove,
A killing, withering weight.

One of the remarkable things about love is that, despite very irritating people writing poems and songs about how pleasant it is, it really is quite pleasant.

DANIEL HANDLER (as Lemony Snicket), Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

Upon Love's bosom Earth floats like an Ark
Safely through all the Deluge of the dark.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

APHRA BEHN, The Younger Brother

If a man can be properly said to love something, it must be clear that he feels affection for it as a whole, and does not love part of it to the exclusion of the rest.

PLATO, The Republic

Why does a man who is truly in love insist that this relationship must continue and be "lifelong"? Because life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic. Who would want to wake up halfway through an operation?

CESARE PAVESE, This Business of Living, Jan. 19, 1938

Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always wild!


Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;
Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.
It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder;
It is a linnet's fluting after rain.

Love, from its awful throne of patient power
In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour
Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep,
And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs
And folds over the world its healing wings.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, Prometheus Unbound

Love ... must come suddenly, with great thunderclaps and bolts of lightning -- a hurricane from heaven that drops down on your life, overturns it, tears away your will like a leaf, and carries your whole heart off with it into the abyss.


How far above all price Love's costly wine,
Which can the meanest chalice make divine!

Wherever love is, I want to be, I will follow it as surely as the land-locked salmon finds the sea.


Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

SYLVIA PLATH, "The Stones," The Colossus and Other Poems

When you get in love you are made all over again. The person who loves you has picked you out of the great mass of uncreated clay which is humanity to make something out of, and the poor lumpish clay which is you wants to find out what it has been made into. But at the same time, you, in the act of loving somebody, become real, cease to be a part of the continuum of the uncreated clay and get the breath of life in you and rise up. So you create yourself by creating another person, who, however, has also created you, picked up the you-chunk of clay out of the mass. So there are two you's, the one you create by loving and the one the beloved creates by loving you. The farther those two you's are apart the more the world grinds and grudges on its axis. But if you loved and were loved perfectly then there wouldn't be any difference between the two you's or any distance between them. They would coincide perfectly, there would be perfect focus, as when a stereoscope gets the twin images on the card into perfect alignment.

Funny Sad Love Quotes

Funny Sad Love Quotes

Funny Sad Love Quotes

Funny Sad Love Quotes

Funny Sad Love Quotes

Funny Sad Love Quotes

Funny Sad Love Quotes

Funny Sad Love Quotes

Funny Sad Love Quotes

Funny Sad Love Quotes

Funny Sad Love Quotes

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