Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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.
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
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.
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.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
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.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
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.
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.
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
Each time you happen to me all over again.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. -Mr. Darcy
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.
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.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
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