Michael Chabon Quotes

Love is every type of relationship that you think of... I'm sure it means relationship, every type of relationship that you can think of.

The royal road to a man's heart is to talk to him about the things he treasures most.

The ear is the avenue to the heart.

If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you.

A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.

Sometimes it is a great joy just to listen to someone we love talking.

I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.

Have you not noticed that love is silence? It may be while holding the hand of another, or looking lovingly at a child, or taking in the beauty of an evening. Love has no past or future, and so it is with this extraordinary state of silence.

There are many doors to the heart.

To love is to approach each other center to center.

When a man's hand touches the hand of a woman, they both touch the heart of eternity.

That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It's times like that when I'm sure that I'm in love.

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.

That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

Love supposes, is, and does many things, but basically it is practiced in the act of sharing.

Love is the life of friendship.

This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.

She is close enough to me that I can see her, because even now there is the outward sign of visible light, even at night in this parking lot on the outskirts of Algoe. After we kiss, our foreheads touch as we stare at each other. Yes, I can see her almost perfectly in this cracked darkness.

She curled up and pressed her cheek against his chest. Her ear was right above his heart. She was listening to his thoughts. "I need to know this," Aomame said. "That we're in the same world, seeing the same things.

I have so much of you in my heart.

Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future.

At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there. All your thought at all moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thought, all my moments, all my looks will be for you!

A loving relationship is a wanting to celebrate, communicate, and know another's heart and soul.

That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we fall asleep. When he finally drifts off, our fingers are twisted together in the space between the beds. I smile a little, and let myself go.

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.