Janet Fitch Quotes

Love is strange, sometimes it makes you crazy, it can burn or break you down.

What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable.

This thing called love was a total mystery to me, but the vagaries of passion and despair that accompanied each devotion kept my life in high drama.

You cannot control what you love--you watch it driving recklessly towards the broken bridge, the torn-up track, the horror of seventy years ahead.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?

Falling in love is terrible. It makes you act foolish, like an idiot.

Disaster is private, in its way, as love is.

Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

Two weeks together, that’s all it took, two weeks for me to fall in love with you. ♥

When I think of your kisses my mind see-saws.

O God, I love you to the edge of madness, Venetia, but I'm not mad yet--not so mad that I don't know how disastrous it might be to you--to us both! You don't realize what an advantage I should be taking of your innocence!

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart

She looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that's partly why they love me, and partly why they leave

Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board.

You sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that's not it. You sound agitated...flustered...aroused." I could feel her eyes widen. "He kissed you, didn't he?" No answer. "He did! I knew it! I've seen the way he looks at you. I knew this was coming. I saw it from a mile away." I didn't want to think about it. "What was it like?" Vee pressed. "A peach kiss? A plum kiss? Or an al-fal-fa kiss?" "What?" "Was it a peck, did mouths part, or was there tongue? Never mind. You don't have to answer that. Patch isn't the kind of guy to deal with preliminaries. There was tongue involved. Guaranteed.

I love you, I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I’ve ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.

What I love I destroy. What I destroy, I love.

Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.

You can't be a creative person and not fall in love with everything. Every movie I've made there's a complicated, twisted love affair with.