M. Scott Peck Quotes

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

I guess it's always romantic when two people fall in love.... Even if it turns out not to be real.

I never really liked Hollywood. I found it unreal - unreal and full of men and women whose lives were confused and full of pain.

I love love and falling in love, but it can get pretty flat real fast.

Why do we fall in love so easy, even when it's not right?

Ah love, let us be true to one another, which seems to lie before us like a land of dreams; so various, so beautiful, so new, hath really neither joy nor love nor life.

Love is like the little red toy wagon you get for your Christmas or your sixth birthday. It makes you deliriously happy and you just can't leave it alone. But sooner or later the wheels come off. Then you leave it in a corner and forget it. Falling in love is great. Being in love is a disaster

Sometimes I do wake up in the mornings and feel like I've just had the most incredible dream. I've just dreamt my life

Before you marry, you have to get shot by an arrow and fall in love,” the boy explained. He paused thoughtfully. “But I don’t think the rest of it hurts as much as the beginning.

Don't Fall in Love with a Dreamer

You should have fallen in love with a happy man, if you wanted happiness. But no, you had to fall for the breathtaking beauty of pain.

There are some people who fall in love over and over.

They say that falling in love is wonderful, it's wonderful, so they say.

There are many people who consider love a dream, but they usually grow to think of marriage as the cold breakfast.

Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.

We can't stop the world, but there's so much more that we could do You can't stop this girl from falling more in love with you You said nobody has to know Give us time to grow, and take it slow but I'd stop the world if it finally let us be alone Let us be alone oooo ohhh oh

You got a lot of ladies to get through. You’re still young. First love’s the sweetest, but it doesn’t last.” “Not ever?” I ask. Grandad looks at me with a seriousness he reserves for moments when he wants me to really pay attention. “When we fall that first time, we’re not really in love with the girl. We’re in love with being in love. We’ve got no idea what she’s really about—or what she’s capable of. We’re in love with our idea of her and of who we become around her. We’re idiots.

Of all the bright cruel lies they tell you, the cruelest is the one called love.

And with each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me. And then I would remember I had a wife at home who loved me, or later that my wife had left me and I was terrirfied, or again later that I had a beautiful alcoholic girlfriend who would make me happy forever. But every time I entered the place there were veiled faces promising everything and then clarifying quickly into the dull, the usual, looking up at me and making the same mistake.

But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.

Men fell in love with Gilda, but they wake up with me.

Smoke You stand infront of me, pretending to be solid, but you are nothing more than smoke and mirors. You said you'd never leave, that you would care for us forever, but now you claim you cannot stay? That you've been called away. When you go, who will i turn to when it all crashes down? Tell me who. Then tell me, how I can believe anone again, if all your promises have been lies.

If cynicism and love lie at opposite ends of a spectrum, do we not sometimes fall in love in order to escape the debilitating cynicism to which we are prone? Is there not in every coup de foudre a certain willful exaggeration of the qualities of the beloved, an exaggeration which distracts us from our habitual pessimism and focuses our energies on someone in whom we can believe in a way we have never believed in ourselves?

We fall in love forever many times, and many times we die.