Kurt Vonnegut Quotes

I played the character knowing that she was knocked down, 100 percent, dead-in-front-of-a-bus in love with her boss. Every scene, I did not care if it was about taxes or about, you know, getting rid of the penny, it was all about me being in love with him.

Love can take what shape he pleases; and when once begun his fiery inroad in the soul, how vain the after knowledge which his presence gives! We weep or rave; but still he lives, and lives master and lord, amidst pride and tears and pain.

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

Love is the occupation of the idle man, the amusement of a busy one, and the shipwreck of a sovereign.

Falling in love makes smoking pot all day look like the ultimate in restraint.

People love to be told stories, but it's the sugar that draws you into the theater.

And meanwhile, the storytellers like me and Anderson, Silverberg... we tell stories. People like them. They want to know how it comes out, they want to know what the ending is.

I'm really into the idea of telling stories. Everyone needs stories. Everyone needs to escape every once in a while.

All I wanted to do was read, to be told stories. Stories were full of excitement and emotions and characters that entertained and often inspired.

I could see how easy it would be to fall into loving Bella. It would be exactly like falling: effortless. Not letting myself love her was the opposite of falling—it was pulling myself up a cliff-face, hand over hand, the task as grueling as if I had no more than mortal strength.

She reflected she must be completely besotted about Peter, if his laughter could hallow an aspidistra.

The punishment of those who have loved women too much is to love them always.

It isn't possible to love and to part.

I definitely fall in love quickly, and I'm very in love with being in love. But it is hard for me to write about love.

One of the most frustrating words in the human language, as far as I could tell, was love" - Bethany

I love being in love. I don't think anything compares with it, though I consider it very disruptive.

To be sure you know no actual good of me, but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.

Love is the most selfish of all the passions.

Many emotions go under the name of love, and almost any one of them will for a while divert the mind from the real, true, and perfect thing.

The madness of love can always be suspended--to cook dinner or catch a plane, for instance.

Love is the affection of a mind that has nothing better to engage it.

I think I'm losing it—I don't know what's happening, what happened, but I look at you, I look at you, and I love you so much. Not because of anything you've said, or done, or anything at all. I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.