Anne Rice Quotes

Oh yes, you can kick me And you can punch me And you can break my face But you won't change the way i feel 'cause i love you

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

The other one he loved like a slave, like a madman and like a beggar. Why? Ask the dust on the road and the falling leaves, ask the mysterious God of life; for no one knows such things. She gave him nothing, no nothing did she give him and yet he thanked her. She said: Give me your peace and your reason! And he was only sorry she did not ask for his life.

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

Though you treat me badly, I love you madly.

People kill for love. They die for love.

Love hurts the most when you really love. Sometimes you think you're in love, and then you find out that you're not because you're not really hurting. But when it's real love, then it's gonna hurt. It's supposed to hurt because it's real.

'Pelleas et Melisande' is one of the saddest and most upsetting operas ever written. If you love the opera as I do, then you love it to pieces, obsessively.

How dare you say it's nothing to me? Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.

Or-but this more rarely happened-she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it.

I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

...a fixation is very stubborn: it burrows into the brain and breaks the heart. There are many fixations, but love is the worst.

God help the man who ever really loves you.

Nothing mattered much to me for a time there, after you told me you could never love me, Anne. There was nobody else -- there never could be anybody else for me but you. I've loved you ever since that day you broke your slate over my head in school.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.

I'm not really sure why. But... do you stop loving someone just because they betray you? I don't think so. That's what makes the betrayal hurt so much - pain, frustration, anger... and I still loved her. I still do.

I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?

I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.

But the explanations fell apart in her hands. Everything true was too hard to write--he was too much to lose. Everything she felt for him was too hot to touch.

This is love if it's not with you, a terrible fiery something that makes people look away, and it feels like a punch in the throat.

I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.

I shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, "That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!" Will you say so, Heathcliff?

Love, known to the person by whom it is inspired, becomes more bearable.

When he turned to face her, the drawn look on his face was one of absolute agony as if Luce had just ripped his heart out