Hal Sutton Quotes

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

He might be my boyfriend. He might not be my boyfriend.

I don't really know that much about love, it turns out.

It's hard to talk about love because most of the time, we have no idea what we're talking about.

I love Kim Chi the drag queen from 'RuPaul's Drag Race,' but I'm not sure about the food.

Love is very complicated and it's never black and white, as I'm sure we all know in our lives.

Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.

Is this love, baby, or is this just confusion?

Though I do not believe in the order of things, still the sticky little leaves that come out in the spring are dear to me, the blue sky is dear to me, some people are dear to me, whom one loves sometimes, would you believe it, without even knowing why; some human deeds are dear to me, which one has perhaps long ceased believing in, but still honors with one's heart, out of old habit..." --Ivan Karamazov

I don't know if I'll find the cinnamon girl. I think I already did, but I'm still singing, who knows.

Could be my soul mate / two kindred spirits / Maybe we're not / I guess we'll never / know

If you have to ask yourself whether or not you love a girl or you love a boy, forget it. You don't.

I'll never know what it was he wanted me to remember.

When you're not sure whether you're in love with someone or not, the answer is not.

I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.

I think every guy that's dated a girl or hasn't been straightaway into a relationship has had that 'so...' moment where a girl is like, 'Hey what are you doing?'

Looking out over the courtyard at the dirty walls, he realized he had no idea whether it was hysteria or love.

IGNORANCE I didn’t know love would make me this crazy, with my eyes like the river Ceyhun carrying me in its rapids out to sea,where every bit of shattered boat sinks to the bottom. An alligator lifts its head and swallows the ocean, then the ocean floor becomes a desert covering the alligator in sand drifts. Changes do happen. I do not know how, or what remains of what has disappeared into the absolute. I hear so many stories and explanations, but I keep quiet, because I don’t know anything, and because something I swallowed in the ocean has made me completely content with ignorance.

If a problem is too difficult to solve, one cannot claim that it is solved by pointing at all the efforts made to solve it.

Love and action always imply a failure, but this failure must not keep us from loving and acting. For we have not only to establish what our situation is, we have to choose it in the very heart of its ambiguity.

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the propositions of a lover.

who is the love of my life? Maybe I don't have one. Maybe it's not love at all. But if it's not love, then what is it? I wish I knew.

Might she have loved me? just as well She might have hated, who can tell!

Don't bother Me with promises. Vows are cheaply manufactured, come with no guarantees. Don't bother to say you love me. The word is indefinable. Joy to some, heartbreak to others, depending on circumstance. There is evidence that the emotion can make a person live longer, evidence it can kill you early. I think it's akin to a deadly disease. Or at least some exotic fever. Catch it, and you'd better, quick, swallow some medication to use as a weapon against the fire ravaging body and soul.