Johnny Cash Quotes

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

Love is like fire, a dangerous thing to play with, although the best of friends and the most loyal of servants when rightly handled.

Love is a flame to set the will on fire

Love is a spirit all compact of fire.

Passionate love is a quenchless thirst.

The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don't go out there and sing them anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire.

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

Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.

You know the greatest thing is passion, without it what have you got? I mean if you love someone you can love them as much as you can love them but if it isn’t a passion, it isn’t burning, it isn’t on fire, you haven’t lived.

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

Love is a flame neither timid nor tame.

true love is felonious… You take someone’s breath away… You rob them of the ability to utter a single word… You steal a heart.

To love is to burn, to be on fire.

Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.

Yes, it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.

Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

We say love is blind, and the figure of Cupid is drawn with a bandage around his eyes. Blind - yes, because he does not see what he does not like; but the sharpest-sighted hunter in the universe is Love for finding what he seeks, and only that.

Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear.

Here are lips of flame eager to be extinguished by love's liquid sigh.

Love will fan the flame, and that flame will warm the heart that's waiting.

Love is born in sexuality but sexuality is not love. The lotus is born in the mud, but the lotus is not just mud. And if mud remains mud of course there are bound to be tears on the cheeks.