Muhammad Iqbal Quotes

Love is a hole in the heart.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

Love's a disease. But curable.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

Love is one of my favorite things to talk about. Every song will be about losing it or finding it, seeing a guy and not knowing if you want to tell him how you feel yet. I guess I'm a hopeless romantic.

My favorite song that I wrote is 'Love Line.' This was my first song that I wrote lyrics for, and I really wanted to express the feeling when you're in love and hoping the other person feels the same way.

Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

My songs always speak of love, that's the way I like them.

I sing a lot about love.

I've been writing a lot about my encounter with love. Which is the white stag as far as songwriting is concerned because love songs are so banal, and my experience with love is anything but that.

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

I believe that love between people is the greatest life-giving force in the world. It's intensely frustrating and inevitably makes a fool of you, but you can't stop going back to it, and it's pretty much the defining experience of a human being.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

You shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh.

I am a romantic fool, no doubt about that.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

Love is a wonderful thing that one misses.

If I had the stars from the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss, for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion.

He did not know what love was. And he did not know what good it was. But he knew he carried it around with him, a scabrous spot of rot, of contagion, for which there was no cure.