E. M. Forster Quotes

Love is ridiculous. But love is also wonderful. And powerful. And Despereaux's love for the Princess Pea would prove, in time, to be all of these things: powerful, wonderful, and ridiculous.

When you fall in love, you wanna share it with people but you know there are some things that you need to keep to yourself, 'cause privacy makes things last longer, I feel.

The easiest kind of relationship for me is with ten thousand people. The hardest is with one.

You could be in the gutter and fall in love with someone, and you feel great. That's my honest opinion. I've witnessed both sides of that fence and being in love is where it's at.

Love is the force that leaves you colorless

Consider love: is there a nobler outpouring, a rapture less suspect? Its shudders rival music, compete with the tears of solitude and of ecstasy: sublime...but a sublimity inseperable from the urinary tract: transports bordering upon excretion, a heaven of the glands, sudden sancitity of the orifices. It takes no more than a moment of attention for this intoxication, shaken, to cast you back into the ordures of physiology or a moment of fatigue to recognize that so much ardor produces only a variety of mucous.

Falling in love is a completely transcendent experience. It's like eating pizza-flavored ice cream

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.

You know what they say - love is blind.

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere

love is a deeper season than reason; my sweet one

Love is friendship that has caught fire . . .

Love is the light that can shine so bright.

Love is a blazing, crackling, green-wood flame, as much smoke as flame; friendship, married friendship particularly, is a steady,intense, comfortable fire. Love, in courtship, is friendship in hope; in matrimony, friendship upon proof.

Love is great, love is fine. Out the box, out of line. The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.

Love, in distinction from friendship, is killed, or rather extinguished, the moment it is displayed in public.

I've never had an affair with somebody who wasn't at the same time a very good friend of mine, if you see what I mean.

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

Love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.

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

I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.

Love is a great thing. It is not by chance that in all times and practically among all cultured peoples love in the general senseand the love of a man for his wife are both called love. If love is often cruel or destructive, the reasons lie not in love itself, but in the inequality between people.

Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.

Love is a burning thing and it makes a firey ring.

Love is a human experience, not a political statement.