W. H. Auden Quotes

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

We love even when our love is not requited.

People kill for love. They die for love.

I write a lot of songs about being in love, how beautiful women are but I've definitely experienced that other side of love where you're in a situation where you love a girl so much but you just know for a fact that she doesn't love you the same. "Grenade" is the extreme way of saying "I'd do anything for you and why can't I feel you would do the same for me?

There is something beautiful, touching and poetic when one person loves more than the other, and the other is indifferent.

There is one thing worse than an absolutely loveless marriage: a marriage in which there is love, but on one side only.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.

People do incredible things for love, particularly for unrequited love.

If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.

Love is not a volunteer thing.

Unrequited love is always a great thing.

There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.

It is obviously quite difficult to be no longer loved when we are still in love, but it is incomparably more painful to be loved when we ourselves no longer love.

When you loved me I gave you the whole sun and stars to play with. I gave you eternity in a single moment, strength of the mountains in one clasp of your arms, and the volume of all the seas in one impulse of your soul.

Love, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

Great lovers have made great sacrifices.

He who is himself crossed in love is able from time to time to master his passion, for he is not the creature but the creator of his own misery; and if a lover is unable to control his passion, he at least knows that he is himself to blame for his sufferings. But he who is loved without reciprocating that love is lost beyond redemption, for it is not in his power to set a limit to that other's passion, to keep it within bounds, and the strongest will is reduced to impotence in the face of another's desire.

..still to have loved her without return would have lifted you higher than all those, be they who they may, that have ever known her to love.