“In Haruki Murakami’s outstanding 1987 novel, Norwegian Wood, we are taken through every nuance in the emotions of unrequited or doomed love. What is ignored, as it almost always is in art, is the business of sharing a life with someone who isn’t married to someone else, distant, dying or out of reac…”— Alain de Botton, ft.com
“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, amazon.com
“I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, amazon.com
“I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, help them reveal the greatest version of themselves.”— Steve Maraboli, amazon.com
“Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words.”— Patrick Marber, amazon.com
“For this is wrong, if anything is wrong: not to enlarge the freedom of a love with all the inner freedom one can summon. We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.”— Rainer Maria Rilke, amazon.com
“Life would have seemed an exquisite thing to me if only I had been free to spend it, hour after hour, with her, to go with her to the stream, to the cow, to the train, to be always at her side, to feel that I was known to her, had my place in her thoughts.”— Marcel Proust, amazon.com
“But was it love? The feeling of wanting to die beside her was clearly exaggerated: he had seen her only once before in his life! Was it simply the hysteria of a man who, aware deep down of his inaptitude for love, felt the self-deluding need to simulate it? His unconscious was so cowardly that the b…”— Milan Kundera, amazon.ca
“Movies love to imply that the man and woman held each other all night long, but you can’t do it. You have to roll away.”— David Shields, amazon.com
“The Greek word eros denotes 'want,' 'lack,' 'desire for that which is missing.' The lover wants what he doesn’t have.”— David Shields, amazon.com
“And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself; and in the wasteland of desire your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.”— Charles Baudelaire, amazon.com
“A woman is often a wonderful thing. And you are. But in you, as in all of them, is the indifference of Carmen, the joy in cruelty of Cleopatra, the tyrannical marble-heartedness of Katherine De Medici, and the cold glitter of all the passionless despots of men’s warm souls since sex first originated…”— James Thurber, amazon.com
“Arthur, my dearest, I must write you, or you will think I did not get your letters. But when I start to write you all I can think of to say to you is — Why aren’t you here? Oh, why aren’t you here? — And I have written that to you before… I have nothing to say but that I long to see you. I am glad t…”— Edna St. Vincent Millay, amazon.com
“We were never poetry, we were never metaphors. We were a state of organized chaos. We were never the things that people write songs about or someone says, 'That. I want that.' We were the laundry piling up on the couch because no one bothered to put it away and dirty footprints on the tile because i…”— Kendra Syrdal, thoughtcatalog.com
“There were just all those evenings we sat together and it doesn't seem possible that it will never be again. It was like we were the only two people in the world. No one will ever understand how happy we were...I could sit there all night watching her, just the shape of her head and the way the hair…”— John Fowles, fowlesbooks.com
“She was wearing a pair of my pyjamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in suc…”— Albert Camus, amazon.com
“A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”— Kurt Vonnegut, goodreads.com