Louise Erdrich Quotes

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

A book is really like a lover. It arranges itself in your life in a way that is beautiful.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

Isn't falling in love always the fullest life?

I knew then that I had never understood what humans called love. But if that was anything close to the power you held over me, then no wonder they searched for it so passionately." I reached out and pulled him into bed with me. "You're going to be late." "Why ?" "Because after hearing that I can't let you leave until I've had my fill. Get naked, Dankmar.

Love until it hurts. Real love is always painful and hurts: then it is real and pure.

Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair

Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known.

Love is more cruel than lust.

Romantic love is painful.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes - or just by staring into space.

Sex as something beautiful may soon disappear. Once it was a knife so finely honed the edge was invisible until it was touched and then it cut deep. Now it is so blunt that it merely bruises and leaves ugly marks.

Loving a man truly and really brings me to my knees.

She even touches Jimmy's face on the photos, and I see what it is to love someone like Milla loved that man. Her fingertips are made of love.

The sweetness of love is short-lived, but the pain endures.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

This thing between them, this bond—it wasn’t just passion, and it wasn’t wicked. It was love, and it was divine.

Love is two minutes fifty-two seconds of squishing noises. It shows your mind isn't clicking right.

What is love without passion? - A garden without flowers, a hat without feathers, tobogganing without snow.

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

Did you know...you make me so happy that sometimes I actually forget to breath? I'll be looking at you, and my chest will get so tight...and it's like, the only thought in my head is how much I want to reach over and kiss you.

The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.

Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul