I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
Love is not breathlessness; It is not excitement; It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. 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, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have 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 promulgation of promises of eternal passion. 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, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope...I have loved none but you.
It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.
In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
He doesn't love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.
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.
You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
Each time you happen to me all over again.
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