Florida Scott-Maxwell Quotes

Love is the strongest and most fragile thing we have in life.

Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

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.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

I want to feel passion, I want to feel pain. I want to weep at the sound of your name. Come make me laugh, come make me cry... just make me feel alive.

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

Love is one of the most powerful and most dangerous things I've ever encountered and, within the same breath, one of the most beautiful and relevant journeys of my life.

Love is intense, and sadness is intense.

Love is scary because it pulls you in with an intense force, a supermassive black hole which looks like nothing from the outside but from the inside challenges every reasonable thing you know. You lose yourself, like I lost myself, in the warmest of annihilations.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

Yes, it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.

When you first fall in love, it's supposed to be awful. Awful, uncertain, scary, wonderful, confusing, all at once. That's how you know it's real. You have to care deeply. Passionately. That hurts.

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.

Love is a dangerous angel.

Poetry in love is no more to be avoided than jealousy.

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.

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.

Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?

Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.

Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.

Love is the most dangerous thing in the world.

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

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.