Voltaire Quotes

I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.

But common sense has no place in first love and never has.

We must never expect discretion in first love: it is accompanied by such excessive joy that unless the joy is allowed to overflow, it will choke you.

My own dear love, he is strong and bold And he cares not what comes after. His words ring sweet as a chime of gold, And his eyes are lit with laughter. He is jubilant as a flag unfurled - Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him. My own dear love, he is all my world - And I wish I'd never met him.

Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can't be logical about.

In our romantic groves I adored her like a divinity.

No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

Young love is wild and outrageous, laughing at moderation and blinding us to common sense.

In 2000, I fell in love. I had never felt anything like that before in my life. It kind of took me over.

True love, especially first love, can be so tumultuous and passionate that it feels like a violent journey.

Men who care passionately for women attach themselves at least as much to the temple and to the accessories of the cult as to their goddess herself.

Eros is not tranquil - it gives us spikes of happiness rather than a constant feeling of wellbeing. It's the love we feel at the beginning of a love affair and corresponds to the expression 'falling in love' since it is as involuntary an impulse as a physical fall.

When I loved it, I loved it. It was nothing better.

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.

Love is a flame neither timid nor tame.

There is no rapture in the love which is prompted by esteem; such affection is lasting, not passionate.

Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love's fire!

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

Tell me anything. Tell me everything. Revoke our time apart. Love me fierce in danger.

You are everything that's ever been my favourite thing," she wanted to tell him. "You're my love song, my birthday cake, the sound of ocean waves and French words and a baby's laugh. You're a snow angel, crème brulée, a kaleidoscope filled with glitter. I love you and you'll never catch up, because I've gotten a head start and my heart is racing at light speed.

There is no such thing as love at first sight, Bryan. There's only sex at first sight.

I remember the first time I fell in love. That rush is just overwhelming and you don't think there's ever going to be anything like it.

I love you. I'm blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that's happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through.

I have for the first time found what I can truly love–I have found you. You are my sympathy–my better self–my good angel–I am bound to you with a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.

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.