Francois de La Rochefoucauld Quotes

Love, like fire, cannot subsist without constant impulse; it ceases to live from the moment it ceases to hope or to fear.

Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!

Some of the most intense affairs are between actors and characters. There's a fire in the human heart and we jump into it with the same obsession as we have with our lovers.

Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes.

The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don't go out there and sing them anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.

Love is like fire, a dangerous thing to play with, although the best of friends and the most loyal of servants when rightly handled.

When I can no more stir my soul to move, and life is but the ashes of a fire; when I can but remember that my heart once used to live and love, long and aspire- O, be thou then the first, the one thou art; be thou the calling, before all answering love, and in me wake hope, fear, boundless desire.

Eleanor's hair caught fire at dawn. Her eyes were dark and shining, and his arms were sure of her. The first time he touched her hand, he'd known.

Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

Love can be a huge mountain, a gentle garden, a raging storm, a cool breeze, or a perfect bath. But there is always fire somewhere nearby. There is always the red-hot stuff of the soul's initiation. If there isn't fire, then it isn't love ... If it doesn't insist that you move to your next level, if it doesn't take your heart and make it explode in a million pieces, only to fall back together again in some Moment of enlightened understanding, then you haven't really loved.

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.

The heart is an organ of fire and you can't stop it from feeling or connecting.

If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.

What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves.

The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

Relationships that begin in passion's raging fire often end in the coldest ashes.

Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.

O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.

Am I nervous? Yeah. Am I scared? Sure. But I do this because I love it.

To dance with a man is to concentrate a twelvemonth's regulation fire upon him in the fragment of an hour. To pass to courtship without acquaintance, to pass to marriage without courtship, is a skipping of terms reserved for those alone who tread this royal road.

Marriage follows on love as smoke on flame.