Lorrie Moore Quotes

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

Like a force of nature love can fade with the stars at dawn...

Everybody knows that love goes away.

Romantic love can be terrifying. We experience another human being as enormously important to us. So there is surrender - not a surrender to the other person so much as to our feeling for the other person. What is the obstacle? The possibility of loss.

It's not very fashionable, but I love life, and I believe that things disappear and reappear and nothing ever solidifies, no matter how middle-class, housebroken, staid, and solitary someone's life seems to be. That, I think, is what I'm writing about.

Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make life so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, drop a jar of applesauce.

Yes, women, and men, have to be open to love, because if we're not open then there's no way for us to find happiness. But you can be open to it and still have no control over when it's going to happen.

The initial spark, your affection for the characters, all those things can disappear. It's a perilous thing.

Relationships are temporary, and everyone needs to understand that.

I have the purest intent when it comes to love. But it doesn't always work out that way. That's the truth. But you know, it's still pretty fun when you're in the moment.

Love renders all of our plans and all of our hopes a gamble.

Most things don't stay the way they are very long.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

if we begin on the men, there is no stopping. We must love them when we can.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.

To me, love is a pure idea forged in flesh, awkwardly maybe, but it had to connect to somewhere, despite twists and turns of underground cable. An all-too-perfect thing. Sometimes the lines get crossed. Or you get a wrong number. But that's nobody's fault. It'll always be like that, so long as we exist in this physical form. As a matter of principle.

Novelty is to love like bloom to fruit; it gives a luster which is easily effaced, but never returns.

I almost can’t believe I’m going to make myself vulnerable to him again. But what is love but the most extreme and exquisite form of risk perception? I know that relationships don’t last. And yet, with him, the risk of not being with him is much worse than any other hurt I can imagine.

I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.

She loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.

When we first met and loved, I did not build Upon the event with marble. . . .

Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.

Love is so unpredictable. That's what makes it so great.