Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago

Her thoughts ran away to her girlhood with its passionate longing for adventure and she remembered the arms of men that had held her when adventure was a possible thing for her. Particularly she remembered one who had for a time been her lover and who in the moment of his passion had cried out to her more than a hundred times, saying the same words madly over and over: "You dear! You dear! You lovely dear!" The words, she thought, expressed something she would have liked to have achieved in life.

Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream world into reality.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Am I a romantic? I've seen 'Wuthering Heights' ten times. I'm a romantic.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

My first love was basketball.

Everyone romanticizes somebody.

Love is a hole in the heart.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

The truth is that I am enslaved... in one vast love affair with 70 children.

When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I'm falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

I'm a sucker for a love song!

The thing that makes love stories work, in my opinion, in movies and novels and country & western songs, is the feeling of longing.

I very much loved my late wife, Diana Joy Colbert, and I'd rather hold onto what I can.

I'm a deeply romantic person, nostalgic to a fault.

You don't need a murder on a Martian colony. What is more dramatic than love? There's highs and lows, especially in your twenties, when it completely takes you over.

Love is intense, and sadness is intense.

When you love something, you'll always come back to it. You'll always keep asking questions, and finding answers.

But I think she would have been happy with Fabrice,' I said. 'He was the great love of her life, you know.' Oh, dulling,' said my mother, sadly. 'One always thinks that. Every, every time.

The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.

You once said you loved me. Do you still?" My sister is watching this exchange between us. She smiles warmly at me, giving me the strength to tell him the truth. "I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you. I couldn't.

From daydreams on the road there was no waking. He plodded on. He could remember everything of her save her scent. Seated in a theatre with her beside him leaning forward listening to the music. Gold scrollwork and sconces and the tall columnar folds of the drapes at either side of the stage. She held his hand in her lap and he could feel the tops of her stockings through the thin stuff of her summer dress. Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.

He was a different Edward than the one I had known. And I felt all the more besotted by him. It would cause me physical pain to be separated from him now.