W. H. Auden Quotes

That you can know what i have in me and still want me as much as i want you. i go to sleep every night afraid i'll wake up and you'll be gone.or that i scared you away ... that i dreamed you-" "no. Gideon." jesus he broke my heart every day. shattered me.

Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.

I don't think I've ever properly been in love. I've had a few girlfriends and have liked them loads, but I'm not sure it was love.

Love is a hole in the heart.

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

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

Love's a disease. But curable.

Love is one of my favorite things to talk about. Every song will be about losing it or finding it, seeing a guy and not knowing if you want to tell him how you feel yet. I guess I'm a hopeless romantic.

I'm a little confused by love.

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--

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was as eager for what's called loving as I was - more lost and drowned afterwards.

I love you so, But why I love you, I'll never know.

Falling in love makes the unknown known. Falling out of love reverses the process.

Sometimes when we touch..The honesty's too much, and I have to close my eyes and hide. I want to hold you till I die, 'til we both break down and cry, I want to hold you till this fear in me subsides.

Something there is moves me to love, and I Do know I love, but know not how, nor why.

Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. "The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car?" I nodded. "I'm okay now. Am I red and blotchy from crying?" "Yes," Ranger said, brushing a kiss across my forehead. "I love you anyway." "There's all kinds of love," I said. Ranger took me by the hand and led me back to the SUV. "This is the kind that doesn't call for a ring. But a condom might come in handy." "That's not love," I told him. "That's lust.

I really want to fall in love.

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

Colleen McCullough taught me that desire is the heart of romance.

Love is only one of many passions.

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.

My novels are often about people who are in love or attracted to each other.