Francis Bacon Quotes

Some feelings are stronger than fear: love, longing, desire.

What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

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

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

You're not sick you're just in love.

People will still love and hurt and yearn.

There's nothing more irresistible to a man than a woman who's in love with him.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

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.

And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed her.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes

He loved her. He wanted her. He needed her. And he needed her now.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

All I want is moonlight, with you there inside of me, all night, doing it again and again. You know I want you so bad.

I want Scott to look at me the way Patch looks at you.

But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch.

When I see ya baby girl, I miss feelin on ya. I miss everything that's real about ya and that's everything about ya, that's just how I feel about ya

We love being in love, that's the truth on't. If we had not met Joan, we should have met Kate, and adored her. We know our mistresses are no better than many other women, nor no prettier, nor no wiser, nor no wittier. 'Tis not for these reasons we love a woman, or for any special quality or charm I know of; we might as well demand that a lady should be the tallest woman in the world, like the Shropshire giantess, as that she should be a paragon in any other character, before we began to love her.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I can't go long without you either, Eva. You're an addiction...my obsession.

The sweetest thing I've ever known was like the kiss on the collarbone, the soft caress of happiness, the way you walk, your style of dress, I wish I didn't get so weak, oh baby just to hear you speak, makes me argue just to see how much your in love with me

Love isn't quite desire... Love is probably a little bit in The Sandman's domain. Love is partly a dream, it's partly to do with desire, and sometimes it's partly to do with death, as well. It's also very often something to do with delirium.