Anne Fortier Quotes

What delusion has come over me? What sweet madness has seized me?

The real drug, I came to believe, was love.

A good, true, intense love is not complete without madness.

Romantic love is an addiction.

Falling in love as we know it is an addictive experience.

I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.

one more creature dizzy with love

A beautiful woman is a picture which drives all beholders nobly mad.

There is always some madness in love.

My own dear love, he is strong and bold And he cares not what comes after. His words ring sweet as a chime of gold, And his eyes are lit with laughter. He is jubilant as a flag unfurled - Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him. My own dear love, he is all my world - And I wish I'd never met him.

The pleasures of love are for those who are hopelessly addicted to another living creature.

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

He often wondered whether it were possible to be more possessed by desire for any other woman. The fact was that they functioned well together, and they had a connection as addictive as heroin.

When a man loves a woman, can't keep his mind on nothing else. He'd trade the world for the good thing he's found.

A single smile from her could make his entire being burn. One touch from her hand and he was undone. It was terrifying to think of how much power this one person had over him. How one single gesture from her could affect him so profoundly. (Sin thinking about Kat)

The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.

Love is a disease no one wants to get rid of. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer do not wish to be cured.

When I fall in love I'm obsessed.

I don’t want to sound like I’m on dope, but that hour is a high; it’s as good as you can feel. A wonderful, wonderful happiness, and great power.

My love's a noble madness.

When you love something you just don't want to stop talking about it.

You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day's wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you.

I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.

There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.