LOVE QUOTES IX

quotations about love

love quote

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

LAURELL K. HAMILTON

Blue Moon


Love is blindness
I don't want to see
Won't you wrap the night
Around me
Oh my heart
Love is blindness

U2

"Love Is Blindness", Achtung Baby

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Love is as bitter as the dregs of sin,
As sweet as clover-honey in its cell;
Love is the password whereby souls get in
To Heaven--the gate that leads, sometimes, to Hell.

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

"What Love Is"


Without warning
as a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart

SAPPHO

Without Warning

Sappho (c. 630 - c. 570 BC) was a Greek poet from the island of Lesbos. Although most of her poetry is now lost, she was regarded in ancient times as one of the greatest lyric poets and given names such as the "Tenth Muse" and "The Poetess," just as Homer was called "the Poet."


Love's never a fair trade.

MARGARET ATWOOD

The Year of the Flood

Margaret Atwood (born November 18, 1939) is a Canadian poet, novelist, literary critic, essayist, teacher, environmental activist, and inventor. Her works encompass a variety of themes including gender and identity, religion and myth, the power of language, climate change, and "power politics".

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Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision--a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.

TERESA MEDEIROS

The Vampire Who Loved Me

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On the day when it will be possible for woman to love not in her weakness but in her strength, not to escape herself but to find herself, not to abase herself but to assert herself--on that day love will become for her, as for man, a source of life and not of mortal danger.

SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR

The Second Sex

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I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.

GRAHAM GREENE

The End of the Affair

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When two people meet and fall in love, there's a sudden rush of magic. Magic is just naturally present then. We tend to feed on that gratuitous magic without striving to make any more. One day we wake up and find that the magic is gone. We hustle to get it back, but by then it's usually too late, we've used it up. What we have to do is work like hell at making additional magic right from the start. It's hard work, but if we can remember to do it, we greatly improve our chances of making love stay.

TOM ROBBINS

Still Life with Woodpecker

Tom Robbins (born July 22, 1932) is an American novelist best known for his novel Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, which was made into a movie in 1993 starring Uma Thurman, Lorraine Bracco, and Keanu Reeves.

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All passions make us commit some faults, love alone makes us ridiculous.

FRANÇOIS DE LA ROCHEFOUCAULD

Reflections; or Sentences and Moral Maxims


Love isn't something we can just turn off like a well-oiled faucet. It drips, keeping us up at night.

HEIDI K. ISERN

"The responsibility to fall out of love is on you", Quartz, August 5, 2016


Sex is the joining of two bodies; love is the joining of two souls.

GARY D. CHAPMAN

Making Love

Gary Demonte Chapman (born January 10, 1938) is an American author, radio talk show host, and the senior associate pastor at Calvary Baptist Church in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. He is most noted for his book The Five Love Languages, which outlines five general ways that romantic partners express and experience love.

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Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.

VICTOR HUGO

Les Miserables

Victor Marie Hugo (1802-1885) is considered the most important of the French Romantic writers. Though regarded in France as one of that country's greatest poets, he is better known abroad for such novels as Les Misérables (1862) and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame (1831).

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Love is the garden of the young.

HERBERT KRETZMER

"A Heart Full of Love (Reprise)", Les Miserables


Love, slow and gradual in its growth, is too much like friendship ever to be a violent passion.

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 never goes away; it just changes form.

PAMELA ANDERSON

Esquire, Jan. 2005

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Sexual ecstasy usually arises among dyads, or groups of two, but the ritual ecstasy of "primitives" emerged within groups generally composed of thirty or more participants. Thanks to psychology and the psychological concerns of Western culture generally, we have a rich language for describing the emotions drawing one person to another--from the most fleeting sexual attraction, to ego-dissolving love, all the way to the destructive force of obsession. What we lack is any way of describing and understanding the "love" that may exist among dozens of people at a time; and it is this kind of love that is expressed in ecstatic ritual.

BARBARA EHRENREICH

Dancing in the Streets

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When a man falls in love suddenly his whole centre changes. Up to that point he has probably referred everything to himself--considered things from his own point. When he falls in love the whole thing is shifted; he becomes a part of the circumference--perhaps even the whole circumference; someone else becomes the centre.

ROBERT HUGH BENSON

A Mirror of Shalott

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I dream of a love that is more than two people craving to possess one another.

IRVIN D. YALOM

When Nietzsche Wept

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I try to keep deep love out of my stories because, once that particular subject comes up, it is almost impossible to talk about anything else. Readers don't want to hear about anything else. They go gaga about love. If a lover in a story wins his true love, that's the end of the tale, even if World War III is about to begin, and the sky is black with flying saucers.

KURT VONNEGUT

The Paris Review, spring 1977

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