LOVE QUOTES XLVII

quotations about love


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Young love-making--that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to--the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung--are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of finger-tips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust.

GEORGE ELIOT
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Middlemarch


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Ah, when love dies, women lose two and a half inches in height.

M. C. BEATON

Love, Lies and Liquor

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Love is a great beautifier.

LOUISA MAY ALCOTT

Little Women


When it comes to attracting men, logic escapes even the savviest of women. Probably because there is no logic involved.... You can read all the self-help books you want, you can run on a treadmill till you've reduced your tuchas to bubkes, you can stuff your face with oysters, and it won't make a bit of difference. For love, attraction, compatibility, and companionship are not a science of objectivity; they are, rather, far and away the single most subjective matter in the history of the universe. Did Cavewoman X have a romp in the cave with Caveman Y because of his universally sought-after ability to single-handedly kill a wildebeest with his bare hands and bring it to the feet of his intended? No, she probably just liked the way his mouth turned up at the corners in concentration while he chiseled out a piece of flint.

GWEN MACSAI

Lipshtick


Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary, dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you?

JEANETTE WINTERSON

Lighthousekeeping


We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our perplexity when alone.

JEAN DE LA BRUYÈRE

"Of the Affections", Les Caractères

Jean de La Bruyère (16 August 1645 - 11 May 1696) was a French philosopher and moralist noted for his satire. His Caractères, which appeared in 1688, captures the psychological, social, and moral profile of French society of his time.


Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love.

JEAN DE LA BRUYÈRE

"Of the Affections", Les Caractères

Jean de La Bruyère (16 August 1645 - 11 May 1696) was a French philosopher and moralist noted for his satire. His Caractères, which appeared in 1688, captures the psychological, social, and moral profile of French society of his time.


Love makes you do stupid things -- like making someone an omelet for no good reason other than to see them smile. Gross.

CARLA HERRERIA

"6 Reasons Being In Love Is The Absolute Worst", Huffington Post, February 12, 2016


You are wrong if you think you cannot live without love. I cannot live without it. I do not mean that I go into a decline, develop odd symptoms, became a caricature. I mean that I cannot live well without it. I cannot think or act or speak or write or even dream with any kind of energy in the absence of love. I feel excluded from the living world. I become cold, fish-like, immobile. I implode.

ANITA BROOKNER

Hotel du Lac


Love is of noble birth and heavenly origin. The glory of his personality no words can describe. He is as an angel of light dwelling among the children of men.

NICIAS BALLARD COOKSEY

Helps to Happiness


I never saw love as luck, as that gift from the gods which put everything else in place, and allowed you to succeed. No, I saw love as reward. One could find it only after one's virtue, or one's courage, or self-sacrifice, or generosity, or loss, has succeeded in stirring the power of creation.

NORMAN MAILER

Harlot's Ghost


For me, love is the never-ending question. It is confusing. It is the answer, but it is also inundated with contradictions and complications.

JENNIFER LOPEZ

"Jennifer Lopez: Still Wild at Heart", Glamour


Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes one feel as you might when a drowning man holds unto you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

ANAIS NIN

attributed, French Writers of the Past

Anaïs Nin (February 21, 1903 - January 14, 1977) was a French-Cuban American diarist, essayist, novelist and writer of short stories and erotica. Nin's most studied works are her diaries or journals, which detail her marriages to Hugh Parker Guiler and Rupert Pole, in addition to her numerous affairs, including those with psychoanalyst Otto Rank and writer Henry Miller.

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I think love and hate are really the same thing. They're what you feel when someone matters more to you than anything else; more than yourself, even.

K. J. PARKER

Evil for Evil


All is fair in love and war.

JOHN LYLY

Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit

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Love, I find is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much.

ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Dust Tracks on a Road


There is nothing like love. Love is foreplay to lust. It's a carnal world, let's get real.

VIKRAM BHATT

"Love is an excuse ... it's all about lust", Deccan Chronicle, March 28, 2016


You see the first thing we love is a scene. For love at first sight requires the very sign of its suddenness; and of all things, it is the scene which seems to be seen best for the first time: a curtain parts and what had not yet ever been seen is devoured by the eyes: the scene consecrates the object I am going to love.

ROLAND BARTHES

A Lover's Discourse: Fragments


We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

MAYA ANGELOU

A Brave and Startling Truth


Love rays us round as glory swathes a star,
And, from the mystic touch of lips and palms,
Streams rosy warmth!

GERALD MASSEY

"To My Wife"

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