Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes

I've never grown into loving someone. It's, like, either right away or slowly sinks in.

There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.

You're crazy. You're impossible.' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it.

What really irks me is the snide victimizing suggestion from some that I have tried to be lighthearted and funny... Oh my God - this is so offensive.

A man is like a cat; chase him and he will run - sit still and ignore him and he'll come purring at your feet.

Affection reproaches, but does not denounce.

Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

Love is an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.

When people do not respect us we are sharply offended; yet in his private heart no man much respects himself.

Love that is not jealous is neither true nor pure.

I'm interested in offence and why people take offence in certain ways about certain things.

I'm more apt to shed a tear than my wife about family matters.

The things I tend to do best are the things that are the most overtly emotional, whether it's sentimental or whether it's celebratory or whether it's conflicted.

We're a pretty emotional bunch. You know, someone doesn't say hello to you one day and you're like, 'I cannot believe the gall!'

Human nature is so constructed that it gives affection most readily to those who seem least to demand it.

He came over in long pur­pose­ful strides, sat at the edge of her bed, and in a ten­der, pos­ses­sive ges­ture wiped the lip­stick off her lips. “What is that?” he asked. “All the other girls wear it,” Ta­tiana said, quickly wip­ing her mouth, breath­less at the sight of him. “In­clud­ing Dasha.” “Well, I don’t want you to have any­thing on your lovely face,” he said, stroking her cheeks. “God knows, you don’t need it.

Passion is inversely proportional to the amount of real information available

Absence cools moderate passions, and inflames violent ones; just as the wind blows out candles, but kindles fires.

Just because you're offended, doesn't mean you're right.

Facts mean nothing to wounded feelings.

I can tell you my feelings were hurt.

Affection, like melancholy, magnifies trifles; but the magnifying of the one is like looking through a telescope at heavenly objects; that of the other, like enlarging monsters with a microscope.

Why should I be angry with a man for loving himself better than me?

Love never hurts anybody. And if you feel you have been hurt by love, it is something else in you, not your loving quality that feels hurt.

It's now very common to hear people say 'I'm rather offended by that'.