Arthur Phillips Quotes

If you think love makes you happy, you've either never been in love, or never been in love long enough to have to start compromising.

I am all for love, because love fails. You will be surprised - I have my own logic. I am all for love, because love fails. I am not for marriage, because marriage succeeds; it gives you a permanent settlement. And that is the danger: you become satisfied with a toy, you become satisfied with something plastic, artificial, man-made.

Love is a lot more complicated than people think.

To find love is the great human undertaking...and it's always complicated by our compulsions and unconscious patterns, to say nothing of issues of trust and control.

Monogamous heterosexual love is probably one of the most difficult, complex and demanding of human relationships.

Messy love is better than none, I guess. I am no authority on sane living.

When you're in love, you're asking someone else to fulfill all your unfulfilled needs, to make you whole, and to make you feel good about everything, and no one can do that.

She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.

Unfortunately, little darlings, there is no such thing as a simple love story.The most transitory puppy crush is complex to the extent of lying beyond the far reaches of the brain's understanding.

Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.

I love you,too, Garrett. But sometimes love isn't enough.

She wasn't, nor ever had been, under the illusion that marriage was a relationship characterized by endless bliss and romance. Throw any two people together, add the inevitable ups and downs, give the mixture a vigorous stir, and a few stormy arguments were inevitable, no matter how the couple loved each other.

Fortunately for women, most men mistake loneliness for love before marriage, and habit for happiness afterward.

It doesn’t matter how much you love someone, you are never going to be what that person wants you to be.

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink.

People think that to love is simple, but that to find the right object to love - or to be loved by - is difficult.

You could pick another two people and you'd have a whole other story and that's why films about love get made and made and made - because there's a million ways to tell it and no two stories are the same.

Real love is strange and changeable… but also somehow constant.

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

If you're dating a man who you think might be "Mr. Right," if he a) got older, b) got a new job, or c) visited a psychiatrist, you are in for a nasty surprise. The cocoon-to-butterfly theory only works on cocoons and butterflies.

Love grows, lust wastes by enjoyment.

That love is a conflict seems to me obvious and natural. There isn't a single worthwhile work in world literature based on love that is only about the conquest of happiness, the effort to arrive at what we call love. It's the struggle that has always interested those who produce works of art - literature, cinema or poetry.

Love is a matter of give and take -- marriage, a matter of misgive and mistake.

Love life seems to be that factor which requires the largest quantity of magical tinkering.

Sometimes it just seems that love is not enough, does it?