e. e. cummings Quotes

His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.

None but those who have loved can be supposed to understand the oratory of the eye, the mute eloquence of a look, or the conversational powers of the face. Love's sweetest meanings are unspoken; the full heart knows no rhetoric of words, and resorts to the pantomime of sighs and glances.

Romance is not an idea, but a moment. An unspoken glance when someone looks into your eyes and knows exactly who you are, what you need.

Great love is born of great knowledge of the thing that is loved, and if you do not know it, you can love it little or not at all.

I look at you, and I see the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth. Inside and out you are beautiful. I know you better than anyone else could ever know you, because I can see into your thoughts and read your memories. The very light in you, our tremendous capacity for loving, humbles me.

She can't see the way your eyes will light up when you smile.

Now take all these qualities together: order, balance, evolution and intelligence. What you have is a description of love. It's not the popular ideal, it is the wizard's love - the force that upholds life and nurtures it.

He was beside me then, his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. "I'm not crazy," I whispered. "I know." Believe it or not, that's the most romantic thing Zachary Goode ever told me. And I kind of loved him for it.

And you are worth the time it takes to take the time to get to know you. We've managed to muttle through the awkward stage of i like you and you like me, but when we both finally said 'yes' life became a multiple choice test, not knowing anything we became each others best guess. and, holding your hand is less like exploration and more like discovery. lady, i don't have to study you to be sure. you're the choice i made before i knew what the other choices were

Yes! He knew how she would love. He had not loved her without gaining that instinctive knowledge of what capabilities were in her. Her soul would walk in glorious sunlight if any man was worthy, by his power of loving, to win back her love.

Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. This eventually includes physical love. You've shared something, given something away and received something in return, whether or not you're married, whether or not you have a baby. Losing your virtue doesn't matter, as long as you know that for as long as you live you'll have someone at your side who understands you, and who doesn't have to be shared with anyone else!

True and great love springs out of great knowledge, and where you know little you can love but little or not at all.

A woman with eyes only for one person, or with eyes always averted from him, creates exactly the same impression.

Where intuition finds, love follows, and memory and all the soul as well.

By far the most important form of attention we can give our loved ones is listening... True listening is love in action.

You don't love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you can understand.

A demonstration of sincere concern can be a strong building block of love.

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.

The love in his eyes was so powerful, I needed to look away. Seth had an amazing grasp of the English language, but there were days when that skill was nothing compared to what he told me in his looks.

Love's sweetest meanings are unspoken; the full heart knows no rhetoric of words.

I loved most when his eyelashes twitched and he blinked, and suddenly happiness was there inside his eyes. Unmistakable. Like a single word printed on a clean white page.

The eyes of this dead lady speak to me For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.

The eyes are the landing strip to the heart.

Love is the perception of individuals. Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.

...she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.