Aldous Huxley Quotes

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

The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love's nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love's fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all.

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

But in love each moment is magnified, and every gesture, word and syllable is examined like a speech by the President.

When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.

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

The like factor is a great thing. Love cannot burn constantly. It's very hard for it to be so intense. But it's wonderful.

He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides.

Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they're not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or - such is the pleasure they experience - they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them.

Passion's a good, stupid horse that will pull the plough six days a week if you give him the run of his heels on Sundays. But love's a nervous, awkward, over-mastering brute; if you can't rein him, it's best to have no truck with him.

I never knew before, what such a love as you have made me feel, was; I did not believe in it; my Fancy was afraid of it, lest it should burn me up. But if you will fully love me, though there may be some fire, 'twill not be more than we can bear when moistened and bedewed with Pleasures.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire.

When a woman's heart is flowing over for the first time with deep and passionate love, she is all love. Every faculty of her soul rushes together in the intensity of the one feeling; thought, reflection, conscience, duty, the past, the future, they are names to her light as the breath which speaks them; her soul is full.

What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.

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.

As far as I know, you can fancy someone, you can enjoy their company or you can wish them well. But what being in love is, I don't know.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

People live for love. They kill for love. They die for love. They have songs, poems, novels, sculptures, paintings, myths, legends. It's one of the most powerful brain systems on Earth for both great joy and great sorrow.

Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire / Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

There was a difference between loving someone and being in love

You hear people sing songs about when they really can't stand anyone anymore or you hear people sing songs about when they really love someone and they really love them.

My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.