William P. Young Quotes

A first love always occupies a special place.

I've lived with women, loved women, lost women. They've loved me, lost me, whatever.

Love is tested in so many ways. How do I articulate this? Two people are together. There are stakes, strife, struggles, all these things that make us fall for someone, love someone even more, leave someone.

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.

There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.

I have loved eight women in my life. I remember every woman's face.

Everything around me inspires and influences me. Mainly love - falling in it, losing it, loving it and hating it.

I fall in love very easily.

London is like a girlfriend I loved, then really fell out with.

With apologies to all my past boyfriends, I never loved a man the way I loved my old apartment.

Once you fall for someone, their smell can be a powerful thing. Women will wear their boyfriends' T-shirts, and throughout tales in history men have held on to their lover's handkerchief.

I never fall in love.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.

I'm one of those people who loves love. I'm fascinated by it: what it does to us, how it messes us up.

You know you're in love with somebody when you wake up next to them, comfortable despite your breath smelling like the week-old water at the bottom of a vase, when you are terribly excited to see them, to talk to them again, having missed them after all that sleep.

One of the most frustrating words in the human language, as far as I could tell, was love. So much meaning attached to this one little word. People bandied it about freely, using it to describe their attachments to possessions, pets, vacation destinations, and favorite foods. In the same breath they then applied this word to the person they considered most important in their lives. Wasn’t that insulting? Shouldn’t there be some other term to describe deeper emotion?

In death, we are not defined by what we did or who we were but by what we meant to others. How well we loved and were loved in return.

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near-- Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry." It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ." Yes, that is so," said the fox. But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince. Yes, that is so," said the fox. Then it has done you no good at all!" It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields.

memory is to love what the saucer is to the cup.

I'll take lying in your arms tonight over and above any love I've known. Memories may find me, but they'll always be behind me. I'll take today over yesterday, anyday.

I wonder what memories of yours will persist as you go on in life. My hunch is that the most important will have to do with feelings of loving and being loved - friends, family, teachers, shopkeepers - whoever's been close to you. As you continue to grow, you'll find many ways of expressing your love and you'll discover more and more ways in which others express their love for you.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

True love rules especially through memory.

I just fell in love with Thomas McGuane the minute I saw him. He was the handsomest guy I'd ever seen, and gorgeous and sexy, and he had long hair and cowboy boots and tight jeans. So it was truly an act of love, to say the least, and it ended up having a permanent impact on my life, obviously.