Love Quotes - Page 432

All the time I think I can never love you more than I already do. And then you do something or say something, and I love you more than ever. Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it's possible to love someone?

Have you noticed, with whatever quality of love you have experienced, that when true love arises, it opens up both your mind and emotions? It's an openness to whatever is happening.

I do love the films I've done in the past. I work hard in my movies and my friends work hard and we're trying to make people laugh and I'm very proud of that.

Composers tend to assume that everyone loves music. Surprisingly enough, everyone doesn’t.

He looked like the love thoughts of women.

Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.

Loveless moments are to be avoided.

The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that's that.

It's a match made in heaven...by a retarded angel.

All is lovely outside my house and inside my house and myself.

A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

My love is as a fever, longing still.

Prosperity's the very bond of love.

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

O thrush, your song is passing sweet, But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young.

If there is no love more in yonder heart, it is but a corpse unburied.

In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he was growing older. His first consciousness was a sense of the light dry wind blowing in through the windows, with the fragrance of hot sun and sage-brush and sweet clover; a wind that made one's body feel light and one's heart cry 'To-day, to-day,' like a child's.

Love is a powerful painkiller.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

When a woman loves you she's not satisfied until she possesses your soul. Because she's weak, she has a rage for domination, and nothing less will satisfy her.

The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.

I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?

I have wanted to kill myself a million times, but somehow I am still in love with life.