Love
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Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.
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Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.
If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
I'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head I'm with you and I love you.
When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.
"Oh Jake," Brett said, We could have had such a damned good time together."Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me.Yes, I said. Isn't it pretty to think so?
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
Modern man thinks he loses something - time - when he does not do things quickly. Yet he does not know what to do with the time he gains, except kill it.
Love is not primarily a relationship to a specific person; it is an attitude, an ordination of character which determines the relatedness of the person to the whole world as a whole, not toward one object of love
If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.
Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise...
Love, when spelled backwards and read phonetically, reads evil
I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.
I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.
I think of how each person in a marriage owes it to the other to find individual happiness, even in a shared life. That this is the only way to grow together, instead of apart.