Edith Hamilton Quotes

What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air - you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all consuming - a physical pain.

We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

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.

I just want some time, Mikhail, to think things through. It’s frightening, the way I am about you. I think about you every minute; I want to touch you, just to know I can, to feel you beneath my fingers. It’s as if you crawled into my head and my heart, even my body, and I can’t get you out.

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

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

The only thing that has ever consumed me is love from time to time. Feeling like, 'What is it? How do I get it?'

Love clamors far more incessantly and passionately at a closed gate than an open one!

Only Thee That I want thee, only thee---let my heart repeat without end. All desires that distract me, day and night, are false and empty to the core. As the night keeps hidden in its gloom the petition for light, even thus in the depth of my unconsciousness rings the cry ---'I want thee, only thee'. As the storm still seeks its end in peace when it strikes against peace with all its might, even thus my rebellion strikes against thy love and still its cry is ---'I want thee, only thee'.

My first love, you're every breath that I take, you're every step I make

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

Extinguish my eyes, I'll go on seeing you. Seal my ears, I'll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name. Break off my arms, I'll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I'll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.

How I waited for you! How I longed for you! he stammered. "I thought of you all the time. I saw you all the time. Your smile was everywhere." He lowered his voice and added, "Sometimes when people were talking commonplaces and your name happened to be mentioned, It would go through my heart like an electric current.

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

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.

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

The truth about love is that you don't always fall in love with whom you are supposed to fall in love with. Love just hits you. It is a transcendent thing. Sometimes it is your best friend's husband and sometimes it's your father. It's weird. But that's a fact of life.

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

The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.

Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

But no one frees himself from being in love in three days.

And most people have a woman in their heart, most men have a woman in their heart and most women have a man in their heart.