Jack London Quotes

Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be.

Love is an irreresisistible desire to be irresistibily desired.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

Love is a desire for that lost half of ourselves.

This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.

I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Sweet!

If you were close enough to her ruby-red lips you would hear her say, 'I will rise now and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek the one I love.' She is whispering that, and she whispers, 'By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth. My beloved is mine and I am his.

Now Eros makes a man really want, not a woman, but one particular woman. In some mysterious but quite indisputable fashion the lover desires the Beloved herself, not the pleasure she can give.

O beauty, are you not enough; why am I crying after love.

Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

Love is not a desire for beauty; it is a yearning for completion.

Once you've fallen in love, it's turned around your whole life. You keep thinking about this girl all the time instead of thinking about other things. Since the object of love is that particular person, being separated brings about a longing and pain.

Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed.

She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion.

I love you, Daisy. I love you so much I hurt.

The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?

In Lilly's eyes her beautiful clear water eyes there is what I have sought and never found, wanted and never had, hoped for and never discovered. Love.

are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ?

I closed my eyes, thinking, Let me love you, Hardy, just let me.

Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.

Sure my love is all crostLike a bud in the frostAnd there's no use at all in my going to bed,For 't is dhrames and not slape that comes into my head!

i know someday you'll have a beautiful life. I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky. But why can't it be mine?

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.