Charlotte Bronte Quotes

There is so much a man can tell you,So much he can say.You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain

Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes.

I love you more than I think I should.

Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?

I love thee, and it is my love that speaks

I love you more than word can wield the matter, Dearer than eye-sight, space and liberty

I love you all very; very much and I shall never, ever forget you, I promise.

Love talks and talks. Lust is brief and to the point.

Dearest darling, how I love you. Words cannot tell how much I love you. So forget it.

A blind man can see how much I love you

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

All I think of ever is that I love you.

It is difficult to define love; all we can say is, that in the soul it is a desire to rule, in the mind it is a sympathy, and in the body it is a hidden and delicate wish to possess what we love-Plus many mysteries.

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you.

I could drink a case of you.

I was never a great amorist, though I have loved several people very deeply.

I would rather you love me, but if not love, fear will do.

You love me this much.

Love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.

I loved you so much right then Sam Roth.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps the wise spurn one to remain safe from the other, but I should rather choose to have my eyes burnt in their sockets than to have been born without.

Did you really think I'd ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.

Love is both a principle and an emotion; it is something both felt and willed. It is capable of almost infinite degrees. Love in the human heart may begin so modestly as to be hardly perceptible and go on to become a raging torrent that sweeps its possessor before it in total helplessness.

I like lots of things. But there are three things I like most. Love, love and love.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.