Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes

I wanna be loved by you, just you, nobody else but you.

Love and exclusive possession can never go together.

Love that is not jealous is neither true nor pure.

Just Me, Just Me Sweet Marie, she loves just me (She also loves Maurice McGhee). No she don't, she loves just me (She also loves Louise Dupree). No she don't, she loves just me (She also loves the willow tree). No she don't, she loves just me! (Poor, poor fool, why can't you see She can love others and still love thee.)

Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.

I think, as most people are, I'm fascinated with love, relationships, and my daily life so I'm very inclined to make films about those things.

Pretend you're mine," he urged, his arms closing around her. "Just for a minute. Pretend there's never been anyone but me, that I'm the one you're promised to. Do it for me....I'll never ask again.

By 'Love' people mean a certain kind of monopoly understanding a simple fact: that the moment you possess a living being you have killed him.

Her memory's your love. You want no other.

A woman unsatisfied must have luxuries. But a woman who loves a man would sleep on a board

The first sense of mutual love excludes other feelings; it will have the soul all to itself.

I was jealous; therefore I loved.

Married love burns as fire, and seeks nothing more than the mate. It says, "I want only you"

Imagine a man besottedly in love: he won't waste time speculating whether other women equally merit his affection.

Just you,' Hardy said when he got his breath back. 'All I want is you.

Your kisses are mine.

To be in love is not the same as loving. You can be in love with a woman and still hate her.

Love is unconditional and incomprehensible. And I believe it's possible to love absent of mutual respect.

My wife could turn to me and she may say, 'Why do you love me?' And I can with all honesty look her in the eye and say, 'Because our pheromones matched our olfactory receptors.'

Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.

I don't see how a man is to be good for much unless he has some one woman to love him dearly.

And of course, FDR was very charming. At 6'2", he was tall enough to be her beau, and they made a beautiful couple. And she could encourage him. His mother also encouraged him. So this notion of a woman with ideas of her own and a spirit of her own and a style of her own was very congenial to Franklin. And he loved her. And their romance was a very dear and true and deep romance.

I love all religions, but I am in love with my own.

The love between man and woman is the greatest and most complete passion the world will ever see, because it is dual, because it is of two opposing kinds.

What was it that made this human love so much more desirable to me than the love of my own kind? Was it because it was exclusive and capricious? The souls offered love and acceptance to all. Did I crave a greater challenge?...Or was it simply better somehow? Because these humans hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?