All-Consuming Love Quotes

You've got to find what you love and let it kill you. I don't think any of us should ever forget that.

I think love is blind. You don't see it; you don't hear what people are saying or what you're saying. You don't see what you're doing. All you see is the person in front of you. That's it.

My love's a noble madness.

Love is . . . a madness most discreet

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

I love you, because the love you gave me was the only love I've ever had, the only love I ever will have

Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings.

You can't keep a cool head when you're drowning in love. You just trash around a lot and scream, and wear yourself out.

I'm crazy for trying, crazy for crying, and I'm crazy for loving you.

It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.

Love's not only blind but deaf.

They love too much that die for love.

I couldn't love anyone more than I do you, it would kill me. And I couldn't love anyone less because it would always feel like less. Even if I loved some other girl, that's all I would ever think about, the difference between loving her and loving you.

Because love is so enormous, the only thing you can think of doing is swallowing the person that you love entirely.

Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!

Through the air floated only important words, and Flajsman said to himself that love has but one true measure, and that is death. At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and knows that love is as strong as death, and be on my side forever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me.

I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him. And I had always loved him, hadn't I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat? -Lestat

I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.

Love is horrible. I mean, when you're in love, it's like a sickness. Such madness.

When I look at her, it's like when I was in seventh grade and fell in love for the first time, where it's debilitating. That's available 24/7 if I want, which is amazing.

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately--- a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us an we in each other's arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks--- a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.

Amor cuerdo, no es amor. (Sane love, is not love)