Alice Duer Miller Quotes

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

My motto is, if you love something, don't set it free. No matter how hard it struggles. That would be stupid.

When the door to love opens, The window to control closes.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

Love without attachment is light.

Love is the opener as well as closer of eyes.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.

How we need another soul to cling to.

You can't look for love, or it will run away from you. But, you know, don't look for it. Don't look for it. Just go where it is and appreciate it, and, you know, it will find you.

I believe that love between people is the greatest life-giving force in the world. It's intensely frustrating and inevitably makes a fool of you, but you can't stop going back to it, and it's pretty much the defining experience of a human being.

If you love something let it go free. If it doesn't come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever.

I wouldn't mind getting emotionally involved with a woman.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.

Love is a mess, at best, and I figure it can be very real in spite of all the things people try to attach to it.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

I'm a little confused by love.

I think that sometimes we open our hearts a little more easily to animals than we do to each other.

When you achieve something or someone, you don't want to lose the person. I love Malaika but I'm possessive about her.

The Scarecrow needed a brain, the Tin Man needed a heart, and the other dude needed courage. I need love. You feel me?

I have a lot of affection to give, and sometimes I'm a little overbearing.

Nothing is meaningful except surrendering to love. Do it.

She praised his book and he embraced her from gratitude rather than lust, but she didn't let go. Neither did he. She kissed his cheek, his earlobe. For months they'd run their fingers around the hem of their affection without once acknowledging the fabric. The circumference of the world tightened to what their arms encompassed. She sat on the desk, between the columns of read and unread manuscript, and pulled him toward her by his index fingers.

Falling in love is like owning a dog.

You own a piece of me," he murmurs as he holds me afterward. "Good," I tell him. "And just so you know… I'm never giving it back.