Edna O'Brien Quotes

I love you. I'm blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that's happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through.

Try to reason about love, and you will lose your reason.

But common sense has no place in first love and never has.

To be sure you know no actual good of me, but nobody thinks of that when they fall in love.

Love is friendship that has caught fire . . .

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Ask me no reason why I love you; for though Love use Reason for his physician, he admits him not for his counsellor.

I cannot help it; reason has nothing to do with it; I love her against reason-but who would as soon love me for my own sake, as she would love the beggar at the corner.

There is always some madness in love.

I love you. Most ardently.

'Cause your love got the best of me, and baby you're making a fool of me. You got me sprung and i don't care who sees, 'cause baby you got me so crazy.

Falling in love makes smoking pot all day look like the ultimate in restraint.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one.

We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout.

Now that I'm in love, I haven't a clue. Now that I'm in love, I'm completely stupid on the subject.

As wolves love lambs so lovers love their loves.

A man in love prefers his passion to every other consideration, and is fonder of his mistress than he is of virtue. Should she prove vicious, she makes vice lovely in his eyes.

In love - it sounded like a sickness without any cure, and wasn't that just how it sometimes felt?

To care passionately for another human creature brings always more sorrow than joy; but at the same time, Elinor, one would not be without experience. Anyone who has never really loved has never really lived.

Passion often makes fools of the wisest men and gives the silliest wisdom.

Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.

Love is something you fall into.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison.