30 Quotes About Love, For People With Too Many Feelings

You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how. Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love. Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you. A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Each time you happen to me all over again. Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence

I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life. Ian McEwan, Atonement

You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friends

‘Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H.

The winds were warm about us, the whole earth seemed the wealthier for our love. Harriet Prescott Spofford, The Amber Gods

In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. Pablo Neruda, wenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what’s still worse, love any woman in the world but her.Samuel Richardson, Clarissa, Or The History Of A Young Lady

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

That the last two letters in her name were the first two in his, a silly thing he never mentioned to her but caused him to believe that they were bound together. Jhumpa Lahiri, Unaccustomed Earth

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind/And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal. E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

I would die for you. But I won’t live for you. Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell

It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you. Roald Dahl, The Witches

You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness. André Breton, What is Surrealism?: Selected Writings

Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new. Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being. Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong. Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun