William Faulkner Quotes

Loving, not the beloved, is the joy of love. The beloved, knowing this, most resolutely declines to be grateful.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.

When you're away, I'm restless, lonely, Wretched, bored, dejected; only here's the rub, my darling dear, I feel the same when you're near.

It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.

That's the nature of women, not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.

If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.

Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.

I can't love you unless I give you up.

I will hate the man you choose because he isn't me, and love him if he makes you smile.

She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that’s love.

Those only obtain love, for the most part, who seek it not.

Sometimes love don't feel like it should, you make it hurt so good.

As long as you draw breath anywhere -here or ten thousands miles from here- I will love you. I can't help loving you, so I choose to hate you...to make my love bearable.

I would rather die then try to live without you”, “May you always love me and want me but never have me”, “May you never love anyone but me”.

Perhaps because the origins of a certain kind of love lie in an impulse to escape ourselves and out weaknesses by an alliance with the beautiful and noble. But if the loved ones love us back, we are forced to return to ourselves, and are hence reminded of the things that had driven us into love in the first place. Perhaps it was not love we wanted after all, perhaps it was simply someone in whom to believe, but how can we continue to believe the the beloved now that they believe in us?

A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

Sometimes love can mean letting go and loving each other from a distance. Maybe that's what you're feeling?

I loved you when you were unfaithful; what would I have done if you were true?

...I'm no longer the scales most lovers are, weighing the deeds and gifts and treasures proffered against those received or stolen from the other, trying always to bring into fatal balance two separate things.

To love someone enough to let them go, you had to let them go forever or you did not love them that much.

Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and i’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.

Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.

Here's something else, something important: Love is not transactional. It is not a bank account, you don't always get what you put in. Sometimes you put in so much and get very little return on your investment, at least that you can see right away.