Alan Moore Quotes

I'll fill those canyons in your soul, like a river lead you home. And I'll walk a step behind, in the shadows so you shine. Just ask, it will be done and I will prove my love, until you're sure that I'm the one.

If it meant that I would never get to think of you that way, as long as you were happy, it was okay.

When I was young, some women told me they loved me for my long eyelashes. I accepted. Later it was for my wit. Then for my power and money. Then for my talent. Then for my mind-deep. OK, I can handle all of it. The only woman who scares me is the one who loves me for myself alone. I have plans for her. I have poisons and daggers and dark graves in caves to hide her head. She can't be allowed to live. Especially if she's sexually faithful and never lies and always puts me ahead of everything and everyone.

I want her to be happy. It's worth sacrificing myself.

There is nothing stronger than a heart which loves and is freely given.

She better liked to see him free and happy, even than to have him near her, because she loved him better than herself.

If my love is without sacrifice, it is selfish. Such a love is barter, for there is exchange of love and devotion in return for something. It is conditional love.

Love does not traffic in a marketplace, nor use a huckster's scales. Its joy, like the joy of the intellect, is to feel itself alive. The aim of Love is to love: no more, and no less. You were my enemy: such an enemy as no man ever had. I had given you all my life, and to gratify the lowest and most contemptible of all human passions, hatred and vanity and greed, you had thrown it away. In less than three years you had entirely ruined me in every point of view. For my own sake there was nothing for me to do but to love you.

Free, open love I have looked upon as dog's love. Secret love is, besides, cowardly.

The aim of love is to love. No more, no less.

No love is conditional. If love is conditional, it’s just some sort of manipulation masquerading as love.

I saw the way she was looking at you, and I knew that she still loved you. More than that, I know she always will. It breaks my heart, but you know what? I'm still in love with her, and to me that means that I want nothing more than for her to be happy in life. I want that more than anything. It's all I've ever wanted for her.

Love only serves and does not calculate.

Let us choose life and love, and happily use our selves up in loving service to one another.

Did you know that true love asks for nothing?

Real love is love for love's sake. I do not ask health or money or life or salvation.

So now I have confessed that he is thine, And I my self am mortgaged to thy will, My self I'll forfeit, so that other mine, Thou wilt restore to be my comfort still.

The most basic and somehow forgettable thing is this: Love is not pain. Love is goodness. And real love--it's less shiny than solid and simple.

Your love should be so far reaching, earnest, biblical, Christ-centered, pure, and self-sacrificing that the world may hate you for it.

Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.

Let us not love by words alone, but let us love until it hurts.

I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

True love begins when nothing is looked for in return.