All Quotes By Tag: Love

“Jealous?””Maybe.””No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.”

“I’ve been lonely for so long. And I’ve been hurt so deeply. If only I could have met you again a long time ago, then I wouldn’t have had to take all these detours to get here.’Tengo shook his head. ‘I don’t think so. This way is just fine. This is exactly the right time. For both of us. […] We needed that much time…. to understand how lonely we really were.”

“I feel like I’ve been split open and stuffed with sunshine.”

“That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.”

“Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole–it’s so dense that there’s no room for light, but that doesn’t mean it can’t still suck me in.”

“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.”

“That was the only time, as I stood there, looking at that strange rubbish, feeling the wind coming across those empty fields, that I started to imagine just a little fantasy thing, because this was Norfolk after all, and it was only a couple of weeks since I’d lost him. I was thinking about the rubbish, the flapping plastic in the branches, the shore-line of odd stuff caught along the fencing, and I half-closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I’d ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field, and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy, and he’d wave, maybe even call. The fantasy never got beyond that –I didn’t let it– and though the tears rolled down my face, I wasn’t sobbing or out of control. I just waited a bit, then turned back to the car, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be.”

“Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.”

“contiguous, adj.I felt silly for even mentioning it, but once I did, I knew I had to explain. “When I was a kid, “I had this puzzle with all fifty states on it–you know, the kind where you have to fit them all together. And one day I got it in my head that California and Nevada were in love. I told my mom, and she had no idea what I was talking about. I ran and got those two pieces and showed it to her–California and Nevada, completely in love. So a lot of the time when we’re like this”–my ankles against the backs of your ankles, my knees fitting into the backs of your knees, my thighs on the backs of your legs, my stomach against your back, my chin folding into your neck–“I can’t help but think about California and Nevada, and how we’re a lot like them. If someone were drawing us from above as a map. that’s what we’d look like; that’s how we are.” For a moment, you were quiet. And then you nestled in and whispered. “Contiguous.” And I knew you understood.”

“It’s not enough to believe! Don’t you see that, you stupid girl? You could spend your whole life hoping and believing! If a love affair is one-sided, then it’s only ever a question, never an answer. You can’t live your life waiting for an answer.”

“I am no king, and I am no lord,And I am no soldier at-arms,” said he.”I’m none but a harper, and a very poor harper,That am come hither to wed with ye.””If you were a lord, you should be my lord,And the same if you were a thief,” said she.”And if you are a harper, you shall be my harper,For it makes no matter to me, to me,For it makes no matter to me.””But what if it prove that I am no harper?That I lied for your love most monstrously?””Why, then I’ll teach you to play and sing,For I dearly love a good harp,” said she.”

“الحب هو ارتباك الأدوار بين الآخذ و المعطي”

“You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.”

“A: The soul wanders in the dark, until it finds love. And so, wherever our love goes, there we find our soul.Q: It always happens?A: If we’re lucky. And if we let ourselves be blind. Q: Instead of watching out?A: Instead of always watching out.”

“Love: the sickest of Irony’s sick jokes. The place where logic and order go to die.”