Saint Augustine Quotes

In that early-love stage, you're in that state of exhilaration. You talk till dawn. You become obsessed with 'What does he think?' 'Does he like me?' 'Does he think I'm fat?'

I just really am trying, trying, all the time. But I like to be scared. I love to suddenly feel out of control.

I'm not sure I always feel like I'm in the seat. Sometimes I'm only holding on by one hand and flying out behind the roller coaster. I don't know anybody who doesn't feel that way.

I'm not afraid of chaos and I'm happy talking to strangers. I really love not knowing where I'm going.

A fanboy's heart is filled with love, enthusiasm, and insecurity.

Love is something sent from Heaven to worry the Hell out of you.

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

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

Love is strange, sometimes it makes you crazy, it can burn or break you down.

I learned that I was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.' -Nora (PG 263)

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

My love's a noble madness.

To put to rest any doubts you might have… I’m jealous of every man who comes within ten feet of you. I’m jealous of the clothes on your skin and the air you breathe. I’m jealous of every moment you spend out of my sight

Was that really love? I saw all these passionate people reel about and drift haphazardly as if driven by a storm, the man filled with desire today, satiated on the morrow, loving fiercely and discarding brutally, sure of no affection and happy in no love.

Ships are safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for. So set sail on the stormy sea of love. You're going to get soaked at times, but at least you'll know you're alive.

What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable.

Normal, in our house, is like a blanket too short for a bed--sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking; and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be.

Jealousy is not contemptible, real love has a beak and claws.