Leo Buscaglia Quotes

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.

To give and receive love, you have to be in touch with pain, you have to be capable of provoking it and feeling it.

Love is union with somebody, or something, outside oneself, under the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one's own self.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Being in love is the only transcendent experience.

To fall in love you have to be in the state of mind for it to take, like a disease.

Love is a really scary thing, and you never know what's going to happen. It's one of the most beautiful things in life, but it's one of the most terrifying. It's worth the fear because you have more knowledge, experience, you learn from people, and you have memories.

Love is trembling happiness.

To be deeply in love is, of course, a great liberating force.

With love, you should go ahead and take the risk of getting hurt because love is an amazing feeling.

The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.

Love is simply the name for the desire and the pursuit of the whole.

Loneliness sucks. It's a slog. It feels wonderful and exhilarating when someone makes it go away. But love is a whole different ball game.

You know you're in love when you're more yourself than you ever imagined possible.

Love is a vulnerable thing. Falling in love is like a great drug. But then to really be known and really let someone else be known is very vulnerable. It's a weird thing.

Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.

Marco knows he does not have the time to push her away, so he pulls her close, burying his face in her hair, his bowler hat torn from his head by the wind...."Trust me," Celia whispers in his ear, and he stops fighting it, forgetting everything but her.

Love is more than a word. It's a noun and a verb.

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

I'm sorry. It's Hard for me. I do love you," she said quietly. "Sometimes it scares me because you're the first. And the only" He held her there until he was sure he could speak, then eased her back, looked into her eyes "You've chaged my life. Become my life." He touched his lips to hers, let the kiss deepen slowly, silkily. "I need you

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

Touchstone watched, suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds left to be alone with Sabriel, to say something, to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they ever would have alone together. I am not afraid, he said to himself. "I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind.

If I ever asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked a woman and been totally vulnerable.

To love is to undress our names.