Plato Quotes

And so, when a person meets the half that is his very own, whatever his orientation, whether it's to young men or not, then something wonderful happens: the two are struck from their senses by love, by a sense of belonging to one another, and by desire, and they don't want to be separated from one another, not even for a moment.

It didn't matter what we did or where we did it as long as we were together. We knew we'd found what most people either pursue in years of futile search or dismiss as a fantasy at the outset: the missing half of ourselves. The real thing.

My parents danced together, her head on his chest. Both had their eyes closed. They seemed so perfectly content. If you can find someone like that, someone who you can hold and close your eyes to the world with, then you're lucky. Even if it only lasts for a minute or a day. The image of them gently swaying to the music is how I picture love in my mind even after all these years.

Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

She was his soulmate, as much a part of him as the very flesh and bone that made him. She was with him, in him, in everything he did. She was everything he wanted from his life, the very measure of his dreams.

I think my idea of a perfect romance is when two people really belong to each other.

Love, the magician, knows this little trick whereby two people walk in different directions yet always remain side by side.

I think that a woman should be in love. I think that love makes the sex greater. Or even if you just really, really like that person.

What is love? two souls and one flesh; friendship? two bodies and one soul.

I never knew how much like heaven this world could be, when two people love and live for one another!

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

I believe this. When we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirit that is historian, a bit of a pedant who reminisces or remembers a meeting when the other has passed by innocently…but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms must jump in one direction for desire to occur.

The two of you, there's something uncanny about the way you two are with each other. I mean everything--the way you look at each other, the way she relaxes when you put your hand on her back, the way you both seem to know what the other is always thinking, it's always struck me as extraordinary. That's another reason I keep putting marriage off. I know I want something like what you two share, and I'm not sure I've found it yet. I'm not sure I ever will. And with love like that, they say anything's possible, right?

She leaned into me, and when I closed my eyes, I knew I wanted nothing more than to hold her this way forever.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.

The opposite of Loneliness is not Togetherness , It's Intimacy.

If she could find a man who could feel and laugh as well as desire, she might even think about thinking about marriage.

She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.

Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.

Love is reducing the universe to one being.

A year. A thousand kisses. And now a thousand one, a thousand two. There are so many other place we could have ended up, but I have to believe none of them would have felt this right. "All I want is you" is not entirely true. I want so much more, and with you I think I can get it.

A love story, at least a convincing one, requires three elements - the lover, the beloved, and the adventures they have together.

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.

Falling in love is a chemical reaction. But it wears off in a year. That's why you need a strong line of communication... which includes laughter.