Boris Pasternak Quotes

I do write songs about love but I don't really know love that well.

When you ask people about love, they tell you about heartbreak.

You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can end up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that really has more to do with personality-the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional or needy in a relationship. But beyond such smokescreens, the answer is there. Love is seldom-almost never-an even proposition.

People will always be interested in relationships, infidelity and sex and everything connected to things in their own lives.

What do any of us really know about love?

One of the most frustrating words in the human language, as far as I could tell, was love. So much meaning attached to this one little word. People bandied it about freely, using it to describe their attachments to possessions, pets, vacation destinations, and favorite foods. In the same breath they then applied this word to the person they considered most important in their lives. Wasn’t that insulting? Shouldn’t there be some other term to describe deeper emotion?

Love, our subject: we've trained it like ivy to our walls.

love is ... something extraordinary that happens to ordinary people.

One day you and I will have to have a little talk about this business called love. I still don't understand what it's all about. My guess is that it's just a gigantic hoax, invented to keep people quiet and diverted. Everyone talks about love: the priests, the advertising posters, the literati, and the politicians, those of them who make love. And in speaking of love and offering it as a panacea for every tragedy, they would and betray and kill both body and soul.

Think black love, think universal love. Just think love.

There are a lot of people who go their whole lives without truly knowing what love is, or ever experiencing that.

At the heart of all things is love.

Isn't falling in love always the fullest life?

Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex.

You've never been in love," she said. "You don't understand." "If being in love means giving up your freedom, not to mention your opportunities," Caitlin said, "Then I haven't missed anything.

One of the remarkable things about love is that, despite very irritating people writing poems and songs about how pleasant it is, it really is quite pleasant.

She really does like him, she likes lying next to him, she wants to be around him; when you get down to it, can you say that about many people?

I love being in love. I don't think anything compares with it, though I consider it very disruptive.

I think love is one of the most elusive things in the world. I don't know that there's a perfect formula for it and that's what makes the stories interesting.

For some of us love comes into the room, kicks her shoes off, finds the most comfortable sofa, and lies down, rests, has no intention of going anywhere. For others love walks in smoking a cigarette, checking her watch every two seconds, jittery, with one hand on the doorknob, heart rate up, always in sprinter’s position, ready to run.

LOVE, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder.

Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.

People love the way they're capable of loving-but that's not always how you want them to love or how you think they should love.

In love, there's sentiment and passion; I know only sentiment through myself, passion through others. I hear certain voices I know say: sentiment=love of the intellect; I can answer: passion=the love of the body.