Love

His power reached out to her like physical touch of a lover, sending tingles over her skin. His sculptured body moved in a sensual, yet deadly manner. Her hands itched to touch him, to feel his warm skin under her palms. She closed her eyes to stop the urge to go to him, shivered, and cursed her body for responding to him.

If love means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.

Spiritual love is when you see new faces as the oldest.

A man is in one piece until love finds its way to his heart ... It splits him in half ... Vital to have both halves, yet excruciating to keep them glued together.

You can't protect him from being hurt, babe, no mattter what you do. Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt...It's all a part of being in love.

Then I was lucky I met with my future husband, and I started new life with my husband, and I was happy again. He was a musician. I start to travel with him through Europe also and around the former Soviet Union.

Hmm. I think love is about loving all things, to treat each and every thing and every one as a sovereign being that’s free to make its own choices.

I asked, 'You mean, you might as well spend your life going upward, through the happy places, since heaven and hell - the destinations - are the same thing anyway?'Same - same,' he said. 'Same in end, so better to be happy on journey.'I said, 'So, if heaven is love, then hell is...'Love, too,' he said.

Flowers and jewelry worked for most girls as a romantic gesture, but here I was, misty-eyed at watching him show my mother how to stab the shit out of him.

No matter what she'd done in our past, I would always want her. I could turn away and show restraint a thousand times, and it would never lessen the hunger I had for that woman.

A marriage based only on physical attraction or romantic emotions is almost certainly doomed to failure right from the start.

I can tell you I love you as many times as you can stand to hear it, but all it does is remind us that love is not enough. Not even close.

She is like the white skies, the shine, the sun and its rhyme.While he is the darkness that blinds,the moon, the wolf in mysterious confines.

Love is a vision, a firefly that majestically glows in the night for some time; then, it winks at you and swiftly disappears.

The sweetest song is the beautiful smile of a loving woman.

I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers.

I'm not materialistic. I believe in presents from the heart, like a drawing that a child does.

On the contrary, having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us, and disinclines us to those who are indifferent, and also a good grateful nature, the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers.

Everybody is waiting for cooler weather--and I am just waiting for you--. (Bob Dylan in a letter).

They say she is too much to handle, but when the moon pulls the tide and the wolves howl her name, blessed are the ones who have been taken by her wild.