Love Quotes - Page 322

For I am every dead thing In whom love wrought new alchemy For his art did express A quintessence even from nothingness, From dull privations, and lean emptiness He ruined me, and I am re-begot Of absence, darkness, death; things which are not.

Love and desire are the spirit's wings to great deeds.

Of the book of books most wondrous is the tender book of love.

It's been so long since I made love, I can't even remember who gets tied up.

New Yorkers love it when you spill your guts out there. Spill your guts at Wimbledon and they make you stop and clean it up.

The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.

Without Valentine's Day, February would be... well, January.

Pain itself destroys pain. Suffering itself frees man from suffering.

That the last two letters in her name were the first two in his, a silly thing he never mentioned to her but caused him to believe that they were bound together.

No music while making love... the sound of the love being made is better than music.

I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.

The desperate things seem to require attention, the lovely things seem to elicit celebration. If I had to choose, I would go to the awful in the hope that doing something could yield a happier result.

The fact is, you don't love me, and you haven't destroyed me. You don't have what it takes to do that.

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.

The surprises of thought are like those of love: they wear out. But here too you can carry on for a long time doing your conjugal duty.

You shall love. Whether you like it or not.

My heart smiled when you kissed my lips. What a sweet suprise.

Every friendship with God and every love between Him and a soul is the only one of its kind.

Love the writing, love the writing, love the writing... the rest will follow.

Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?

And then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will yes.

Marriage is a lot like the army, everyone complains, but you'd be surprise at the large number that re-enlist.

Man is made or unmade by himself. By the right choice he ascends. As a being of power, intelligence, and love, and the lord of his own thoughts, he holds the key to every situation.

Everybody's journey is individual. If you fall in love with a boy, you fall in love with a boy. The fact that many Americans consider it a disease says more about them than it does about homosexuality.

Love is so simple. [Fr., C'est tellement simple, l'amour.]