Henry James Quotes

Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.

Jealous?" "Maybe." "No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality upon which it feeds.

Margaret was not a ready lover, but where she loved she loved passionately, and with no small degree of jealousy.

Jealousy is not contemptible, real love has a beak and claws.

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

Love that is not jealous is neither true nor pure.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

I think most people can relate to the feeling of love spilling over into obsession.

You are everything that's ever been my favourite thing," she wanted to tell him. "You're my love song, my birthday cake, the sound of ocean waves and French words and a baby's laugh. You're a snow angel, crème brulée, a kaleidoscope filled with glitter. I love you and you'll never catch up, because I've gotten a head start and my heart is racing at light speed.

Love is so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

I definitely fall in love quickly, and I'm very in love with being in love. But it is hard for me to write about love.

Angels listen when she speaks; She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder.

Jealousy is always born with love, but does not die with it. In jealousy there is more of self-love than of love to another.

We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I'm not convinced that it-passion-is one of those things that you have an endless amount of-like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all day. I could be sad all day. But I'm not so sure I'll ever love like that again.

It is a blessing as well as a burden to love so much that you can hurt so badly when love is gone.

I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She'll make you so jealous, you'll bust!

I love you. I'm madly in love with you. Well, madly obviously, given I'm mad as a mudlark. But you saved my life. I'd be dead without you. And you're so good to me. And you love me too. How lucky is that? Amazing! Amazingly lucky. I can't live without you. You're my lucky charm." She felt a sudden desire to kill Justin's well-meaning friend.

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

Adjusting to Beau being a caveman over a girl had been almost as hard as seeing him with Ash. Beau didn't do jealous, not until Ashton had become his. Now he was a freaking lunatic.

Art is a jealous mistress.

I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.

Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.