Love Quotes

They wanted so desperately to love each other more, to remove their clothes and submit their naked bodies to each other, but it was almost as if they were cursed since the first day that they met, and it was pure torture knowing that they could only get so close, but was unable to go the height that the both of them wanted so intimately to climb.

~ Keira D. Skye

I know now: what is is all that matters. Not the thing you know is meant to be, not what could be, not what should be, not what ought to be, not what once was.Only the is.

~ Augusten Burroughs

If a man decides that it is better for him to resist the demands of a present feeble love, in the name of another, of a future manifestation, he deceives either himself or other people, and loves no one but himself. Future love does not exist. Love is a present activity only. The man who does not manifest love in the present has not love.

~ Leo Tolstoy

i am here and now in all this Omnipresent , i am the universe.

~ Sushil Singh

He was always crazy about her. If he was a king then she was his crest– the emblem of his kingdom. Without her, his world is lost. He left his house or rather palace, now spends his days on some filthy park-bench. He is a king turned to beggar. Nothing can cure him except his Angel, Emily.

~ Atri Cruizer

To love in the sense of passion-love is the contrary of to live. It is an impoverishment of one's being, an askesis without sequel, an inability to enjoy the present without imagining it as absent, a never-ending flight from possession.

~ Denis De Rougemont

Look!You want to see? See! Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my cursed ugliness! Look at Erik's face! Now you know the face of the voice! You were not content to hear me, eh? You wanted to know what I looked like? Oh, you women are so inquisitive! Well, are you satisfied? I'm a good-looking fellow, eh?...When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me.She loves me forever! I am a kind of Don Juan, you know!...Look at me! I am Don Juan Triumphant! -Erik in The Phantom of the Opera

~ Gaston Leroux

The sensory misers will inherit the earth, but first they will make it not worth living on. When you consider something like death, after which we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably won’t matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy a nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly.

~ Diane Ackerman

Love is curiosity sometimes. Concentrated wondering about the other one.

~ Kij Johnson

Now it is quite true to say that curiosity, exactly like its analogue, lust, never ends and is never satisfied; but man was made for something more than this. He was made to rise, above curiosity and lust, to love, and through love to the attainment of truth.

~ Seraphim Rose

Be curious! Curiosity is the mother of all knowledge.

~ Debasish Mridha

The temptationTo take the precious things we have apartTo see how they workMust be resisted for they never fit together

~ Billy Bragg

You look beautiful sitting there spitting at me like a she-cat. All I have to do is look at you, and I lust. I'm going to take you back to the hotel and take off that delectable dress and make love to you until you don't have the energy to be mad at me anymore. Ian Connelly, Marquis of Derne

~ Karen Robards

Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.

~ Elizabeth Cohen

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.

~ Margaret Atwood

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like forever. Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

~ Ellen Hopkins

The thing I never understood about love is that it can't be quelled, like lust can. With love, if you follow its call, if you give in to it, it just gets worse. The more you have, the deeper you go, the more you need.

~ Emily Maguire

It's a curious, wanting thing.

~ Sarah Waters

he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.

~ Gabriel García Márquez

His eyes darted over the surface of my face. Like a moth to a blaze he was hesitant, seeming to crave my warmth but not its inevitable burn. He explored me from a distance with his unspoken desire, with the fear that touching me would set him to flame. I wanted nothing more in that moment than to prove very much the opposite.

~ Shawn Kirsten Maravel

That line between love and lust was thin as a whisper.

~ Julia Karr

Perhaps he was afraid as I was that we'd be caught. Or perhaps he was breathing me in just as I was letting him come into my lungs, my eyes, my heart.

~ Lisa See

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

~ Anna Godbersen

Yet, whether to the glory or to the shame of human nature, in what we call pleasure (with an excess of scorn, perhaps) there are abysses as deep as those of love.

~ Jules Barbey D'aurevilly

Lust has less logic than love, sometimes, but it's easier to fight.

~ Laurell K. Hamilton

Hate is never a far cry from love… Sometimes I stumble the lines drunken.. Hollering your name..

~ Shanica Stewart

Nestled next to me, she nodded. “I’m fine. As long as I take the medicine. So don’t worry.” She leaned her head back against my shoulder. “But don’t ask me anything, okay? Why that happened.”“Understood. No questions,” I said.“Thank you very much for today,” she said.“What part of today?”“For taking me to the river. For giving me water from your mouth. For putting up with me.”I looked at her. Her lips were right in front of me. The lips I had kissed as I gave her water. And once more those lips seemed to be seeking me. Slightly parted, with her beautiful white teeth barely visible. I could still feel her soft tongue, which I’d touched slightly as I gave her water. I found it hard to breathe, and I couldn’t think. My body burned. She wants me, I thought. And I want her.

~ Haruki Murakami

You are my drug of choiceI know you’re no good for meAnd though I swear my lipsWill never touch you againHere we are, here we are.

~ Justin Wetch

Call me obsessed, color me consumedI’ve always been the type to noticeThe smell of a rose in bloom,But let me confess, this is newYou’ve stopped my heart, let it resumeAnd I, to finish, must tell it trueI’m high on your perfume.

~ Justin Wetch

Sometimes it feels like even ifEvery inch of my skin was touching yoursI still wouldn’t be close enough to you.

~ Justin Wetch

Love gives the best of highsBut also the worst of hangovers.

~ Justin Wetch

Love does not exist. There exists the physical need for intercourse, and the rational need for a mate in life.

~ Leo Tolstoy

Longing, because I miss her. I miss talking to her as me. Lust greater than I've ever known, because we're like this, it's the only time she softens and changes and gives me an inch, and it's a need that's in my head just as much as my body. It keeps me on my toes.

~ Penelope Douglas

My preferences range from the gutter-like to the idyllically sublime, ideally with you roaming the range beside me...

~ Virginia Alison

True love is giving, not getting. Someone has said, Love can always wait to give, but lust can never wait to get.

~ Nancy Leigh Demoss

There are fires, vast and endless, that burn in me for you. And I will carry them until you are ready to walk through the Flames of me.

~ William C. Hannan

I can smell the sex on her. I hope she smells the love on me.

~ Ned Vizzini

You can't speak to him, he said, if you speak to him, if you give any sign to him at all, he will come back; he has to stop existing for you.

~ Garth Greenwell

My brain fizzles. The 'this is your brain on drugs' warning, should also issue a 'this is your brain when Jackson Reid looks at you like that,' warning.

~ Ashley Jade

And wasn't this what she'd been after--this lightness that came galloping through, grabbing you by the waist and hauling you along with it? How could you not surrender yourself to it, even if you knew you'd end up sitting bruised in the dirt? She supposed there must be another way to experience that breathless rush of being alive--something inward, perhaps?--but she didn't know what it was or how to get there on her own.

~ Sharon Guskin