Victor Hugo Quotes

I made a film called 'Bad Timing' that I thought everybody would respond to. It was about obsessive love and physical obsession. I thought this must touch everyone, from university dons down.

You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

When I started dating I had this kind of Romeo and Juliet, fateful romantic idea about love which was almost that you were a victim and there was a lot of pain involved and that was how it should be.

Why do we love love when love seems to hate us?

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.

Love" and all the obsessive behaviors associated with it, was an absurd emotion.

I'm before him on my knees, and he kisses me He assumes I lose my reason and I do. Men are stupid, men are vain, Love's disgusting, love's insane, A humiliating business-oh how true.

Desperate love is always the toughest way to do it.

Blind is his love, and best befits the dark.

No matter how much a woman loved a man, it would still give her a glow to see him commit suicide for her.

This unrequited love, to me it's nothing but a one-man cult/And cyanide in my styrofoam cup

Stick Boy liked Match Girl, He liked her a lot. He liked her cute figure, he thought she was hot. But could a flame ever burn for a match and a stick? It did quite literally; he burned up quick.

The punishment of those who have loved women too much is to love them always.

Love without evidence is stalking.

There's this book," Jared said. "And in this book a guy said that he would rather touch someones hand if she was dead than another girl who was alive. It's creepy. I know that." He was staring off into space, as if at some private nightmare. "Nothing matters in comparison. Nobody is real but her. So it feels sometimes as if nothing else matters at all, including other people. She wouldn't like that. Other people SHOULD matter." *** So he loved Kami.

I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

Love can make us do dreadful things.

My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.

Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.

I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea.

Though you are three times more beautiful than angels, Though you are the sister of the river willows, I will kill you with my singing, Without spilling your blood on the ground. Not touching you with my hand, Not giving you one glance, I will stop loving you, But with your unimaginable groans I will finally slake my thirst. From her, who wandered the earth before me, Crueler than ice, more fiery than flame, From her, who still exists in the ether— From her you will set me free.

Out on the moors, The lonely moors, I roll around in sheep poo. Heathcliff, it's youuuuu, I hate you, I love you tooooo. Let me in, I'm here, it's meeeee, Catheeeeeeee. Look out of your windooooow.

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. "What a stupid lamb," I sighed. "What a sick, masochistic lion.

My former people were not totally wrong. Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison. And if Alex no longer loves me, I can’t bear to think that he might love somebody else.