Francesca Lia Block Quotes

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

The only love that feels like love is the doomed kind. (Fun fact.)

As wolves love lambs so lovers love their loves.

What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable.

I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.

Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -

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

Romantic love is an addiction.

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Love is one of the most powerful and most dangerous things I've ever encountered and, within the same breath, one of the most beautiful and relevant journeys of my life.

Love can complete you. It can also destroy you.

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

Maybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.

I love you. I'm blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that's happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through.

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart.

So I guess I'm a fool, I'm a fool in love. But I'm willing to stay here, and bask in the glory of his heart.

Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.

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 an angel disguised as lust.

My love though silly is more brave.

I wonder why love is so often equated with joy when it is everything else as well. Devastation, balm, obsession, granting and receiving excessive value, and losing it again. It is recognition, often of what you are not but might be. It sears and it heals. It is beyond pity and above law. It can seem like truth.