Ben Hecht Quotes

Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.

I once had a crush on one of my teachers. I wrote him a love letter and stuck it in a bag in his office. I didn't write my name on it, but I'm sure he figured out it was me.

People like to hear me say, 'You love me, Chandler Bing. You just don't know you love me.'

The man that thinks he loves his mistress for her own sake is mightily mistaken.

A lover's a liar, To himself he lies, The truthful are loveless, Like oysters their eyes!

Love's blindness consists oftener in seeing what is not there than in seeing what is.

So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.

Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.

Love is a deception and a trap. Love is as big a myth that God sits with his flowing white beard in a throne and looks at us.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

The regret of my life is that I have not said 'I love you' often enough.

He who says o'er much I love not is in love.

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

On 'The Office,' so much of the show is about disguising your true feelings and your romantic feelings because it was a mock documentary.

I keep coming back to you in my head, but you couldn't know that, and I have no carbons.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

I was blinded by being a romantic person.

Who can blind lover's eyes?

I think there is always romantic tension between Lois Lane and Clark Kent.

You can't go on telling, 'I am in love.'

If you've loved a girl your entire life and you've been afraid to tell her, don't wait because you never know what might happen.

Every relationship I was in, I loved the girl. It's just the moral values and standards was off. I was loving and lying.

You called me a natural con artist and asked me what other secrets I was hiding. I didn't answer because I already knew, in some deep, primal way, what furtive truth you were referring to: That I was destined to fall in love with you.

She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. “You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one he’ll never forget.” “You are to me,” I say.

Enemies publish themselves. They declare war. The friend never declares his love.