I do not think wealth is needful to make one happy. But love — ah! I could not live without it . . .
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Quotes tagged ‘deeply in love’
Matchless beauty! . . . Will you not pardon my crime, if crime it be — the crime of loving you? For I do love you! Heaven only knows how utterly and desperately.
I always want you. I am never happy without you.
Days of high ecstacy and painfully passionate joy! — when 'love, love!' palpitated in the air, and struggled for utterance in the jubilant throats of birds, and whispered wild suggestions in the rustling of the leaves!
His brain was in a wild whirl — the glitter of the stalactite cave turned to a gyrating wheel of jewel-work; there was nothing anymore — no universe, no existence — nothing but love, love, love, beating strung hammer-strokes through every fibre of his frame.
Bouncer: Password? Scott Pilgrim: Whatever.. Bouncer: Cool.
— Michael Bacall, Edgar Wright, Scott Pilgrim, Michael Cera, amazon.com
There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.
I want to love you wildly. I don't want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.
We were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other; hopelessly.
I love you and it's getting worse.
I am catastrophically in love with you.
...most of all, I'd like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing in you.
When you laugh, I want to transform the entire world so it will mirror you.
I love the way her eyes spark when we're talking or when she's telling me something she wants me to know, the way she mouths the words to herself when she's reading and concentrating, the way she looks at me as if there's only me, as if she can see past the flesh and bone and bullshit right into me…
I want to live in the craters of his dark side my body fitting in the curvature of his wound.
There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.
My heart talks about nothing but you.
I used to want to be consumed in love; to be beaten up, whole. The love that I want now is thick. But I've got to be able to move in it.
No other word makes my mouth as tender as your name.
I love you more than my own skin and even though you don't love me the same way, you love me anyways, don't you? And if you don't, I'll always have the hope that you do, and I'm satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.