Lynda Barry Quotes

You can't control where your heart goes.

Bee to the blossom, moth to the flame; Each to his passion; what's in a name?

If you're looking for a boyfriend, you aren't gonna find one. They seem to come into your life when you least expect it.

Marriage happens; it can't be planned. When it has to happen, it will happen. Normally, what we always believe is that however prepared you are, if it's not meant to happen, it won't. And however much we have not planned, it will still happen if it's destined.

True love comes when it will, not when it's called.

Everything lined up. It has been easy, as if it were meant-" "Meant!" she said, amazed. She spun to face him, which, in the crush, brought her against his chest as if they were still dancing. She fought backward for space. As if what were meant?" "You," he said. "And me.

Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose?

Luck in all its moods had to be loved and not feared Bond saw luck as a woman, to be softly wooed or brutally ravaged, never pandered to or pursued. But he was honest enough to admit that he had never yet been made to suffer by cards or by women. One day, and he accepted the fact he would be brought to his knees by love or by luck.

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

Love, like destiny, loves surprises.

I believe in love at first sight, and I feel sometimes you have to just be open to whatever love is and let yourself fall.

I didn't choose Paris. I like to think that the city chose me.

The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence.

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

Love is the strange bewilderment that overtakes one person on account of another person.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

I had always thought that the idea of love at first sight was one of those things invented by lady novelists from the South with three names.

Compatibility is weird. Love is confusing. Love is one wild beast.

The affections are like lightning: you cannot tell where they will strike till they have fallen.

You can't decide whom to fall in love with. It just happens.

If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

No matter what your laundry list of requirements in choosing a mate, there has to be an element of good luck and good fortune and good timing.

There seems to be a law that governs all our actions so I never make plans.

You can't look for love, or it will run away from you. But, you know, don't look for it. Don't look for it. Just go where it is and appreciate it, and, you know, it will find you.

The truth about love is that you don't always fall in love with whom you are supposed to fall in love with. Love just hits you. It is a transcendent thing. Sometimes it is your best friend's husband and sometimes it's your father. It's weird. But that's a fact of life.