Philip Pullman Quotes

When a man is in love, he doubts, very often, what he most firmly believes.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

After a man falls madly in love, he no longer cares how old she is.

Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it's on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you've got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration.

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.

Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.

I'm dominated by Love, By my passion of love for Love

Jewelry, I'm telling you. It's a thing. And love. And maybe danger.

We depend for so much on those we love that of course we want them to have desirable personal qualities and to believe that we do too. But if we pin our love for another, and theirs for us, based on personal qualities, it confers an unacceptable conditionality and substitutability on love: we don't want to be exchanged for a better model of whatever our lovers deem to be desirable, so there is a strong tendency to want: to be loved for no reason at all, simply be loved.

♪Kyo-kun and Tohru sitting in a tree... K-I-S...♪ - Shigure Sohma

Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

Women believe -- or at least often pretend to believe -- that all our tenderness for them springs from desire; that we love them when we have not for a time enjoyed them, and dismiss them when we are sated, or to express it more precisely, exhausted. There is no truth in this idea, though it may be made to appear true. When we are rigid with desire, we are apt to pretend a great tenderness in the hope of satisfying that desire; but at no other time are we in fact so liable to treat women brutally, and so unlikely to feel any deep emotion but one.

Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.

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

Do not believe those persons who say they have never been jealous. What they mean is that they have never been in love.

Love is a wave building to a crescendo. Ride if you will, ride it with me.

Passionate jealousy is not a good foster-parent for prudence.

Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.

You use sex to express every emotion except love.

When passion is mutual, there is always the danger of the fire burning to ashes.

Sometimes I believe that some people are better at love than others, and sometimes I believe that everyone is faking it.

A year. A thousand kisses. And now a thousand one, a thousand two. There are so many other place we could have ended up, but I have to believe none of them would have felt this right. "All I want is you" is not entirely true. I want so much more, and with you I think I can get it.