Leo Tolstoy Quotes

She went away, she cut me like a knife Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life In just a glance, down here on magic street Loves a fool's dance And I ain't got much sense, but I still got my feet.

How dare you say it's nothing to me? Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.

The less my hope, the hotter my love

I was not yet in love, yet I loved to love...I sought what I might love, in love with loving.

Angels listen when she speaks; She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder.

Lover? I don't know. I don't know if she loves me. I don't know if I love her. All I can say is, she's the one I think about. All the time. She's the voice I want to hear. She's the face I hope to see.

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

And what are you that, missing you, I should be kept awake As many nights as there are days With weeping for your sake? And what are you that, missing you, As many days as crawl I should be listening to the wind And looking at the wall? I know a man that’s a braver man And twenty men as kind, And what are you, that you should be The one man in my mind? Yet women’s ways are witless ways, As any sage will tell,— And what am I, that I should love So wisely and so well?

Once you've fallen in love, it's turned around your whole life. You keep thinking about this girl all the time instead of thinking about other things. Since the object of love is that particular person, being separated brings about a longing and pain.

I, who called love my hope for love.

The song Venus de Milo, the whole subject of it is Love is a drug.

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.

You're not sick you're just in love.

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

I'm like, over love. Crush, smush. I can't. I'm giving up on love at this point. I'm hoping for a crush. Actually, no. I don't want a crush. I want someone to crush on me.

I've flown across America, I've scaled fences, I've stood under windows and gone out of my way hundreds of times. I'm a hopeless romantic. There's no hope for me.

Falling in love as we know it is an addictive experience.

Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.

But no one frees himself from being in love in three days.

When you fall in love, you become weak.

I have a one-track mind. That's all that I'm interested in - love. And the lack of it. When it stops.

I always had a penchant for falling in love. Every time I found myself without a mate, I fell into a state of low-sizzling panic.

My first love was Heath Ledger.