Tim O'Brien Quotes

This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property ordoes itself and leads the will to desperate undertakings.

What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.

Yet it is awful to love a person who is a torture to you. And a fascinating person who loves you and won't hear of anything but your loving him and living right by his side through all eternity!

For other people, love is like some rare orchid that can only grow in one place under a certain set of conditions. For me it's like bindweed. It grows with no encouragement at all, under any conditions, and just strangles everything else.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

Sometimes I hate how much I love him But everyday I love him more

He loves you, really he does. He'd love you even if it destroyed him. He matches you.

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

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.

We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.

When a woman loves you she's not satisfied until she possesses your soul. Because she's weak, she has a rage for domination, and nothing less will satisfy her.

My definition of love is: Being willing to die for someone, that you yourself want to kill.

Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.

Of all devils let loose in the world there is no devil like devoted love.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.

When you fall for the one that owns you, she’ll be the only one that has the power to make you cry.

I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do not love me!" -Claudia.

I’ve told you before, I love like a madman,” he said. “Immoderate, jealous, possessive...I’m absolutely intolerable.

I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.

She is all the great heroines of the world in one. She is more than an individual. I love her, and I must make her love me. I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.

..because the only kind of love I have to offer is stupid and blind and so deep and powerful that I feel like I'm cracking just to hold it in.

I loved her like a rabbit loves a rattlesnake