Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes

I have so many pieces that once belonged to my mom and both of my grandmothers. All of these pieces are very sentimental, and I love to wear them. I also have many pieces from my father that I probably cherish the most. I love wearing his dress shirts.

Every gift which is given, even though is be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection.

Bahrain is very dear to me.

Love is a special word, and I use it only when I mean it. You say the word too much and it becomes cheap.

My dear friend Aaron Paul. I love you so much.

I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

I love you like a fat kid love cake.

Love is to the soul of him who loves, what the soul is to the body which it animates.

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.

Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!

Tr...ooooo...luv...' Fezzik grabbed onto Inigo in panic and they both pivoted, staring at the man in black, who was silent again. '"True love," he said,' Inigo cried. 'You heard him - true love is what he wants to come back for. That's certainly worthwhile.' 'Sonny, don't you tell me what's worthwhile - true love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. Everybody knows that.

Love is what I give to the one I love.

It is hard for the human soul not to love something, and our mind must of necessity be drawn to some kind of affection.

It is difficult to define love; all we can say is, that in the soul it is a desire to rule, in the mind it is a sympathy, and in the body it is a hidden and delicate wish to possess what we love-Plus many mysteries.

I am in love with Hope.

You looove me. You love me this much.

If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.

For I wondered that others, subject to death, did live, since he whom I loved, as if he should never die, was dead; and I wondered yet more that myself, who was to him a second self, could live, he being dead. Well said one of his friend, "Thou half of my soul"; for I felt that my soul and his soul were "one soul in two bodies": and therefore was my life a horror to me, because I would not live halved. And therefore perchance I feared to die, lest he whom I had much loved should die wholly.

You need not attempt to shake off or to banter off Romance. It is an evil you will never get rid of to the end of your days. It is a part of yourself ... of your soul. Age will only mellow it a little, and give it a holier tone.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

Love is too weak a word for what I feel - I luuurve you, you know, I loave you, I luff you, two F's, yes.

Loving souls are like paupers. They live on what is given them.