Robert Fulghum Quotes

Grandma once told me it's easy to overthink love, to dissect it and question it until it is no more.

I love you so, But why I love you, I'll never know.

It's such a crass idea - you're either in love or out of love.

I don't think I've ever properly been in love. I've had a few girlfriends and have liked them loads, but I'm not sure it was love.

Oh, I find it very easy to fall in love.

Don't know much, but I know I love you.

It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.

What do any of us really know about love?

Love was a rare thing, easily confused with a million other things, and if anybody knew this to be true it was him.

Love was like that, like a dream you didn't quite understand, one in which you didn't necessarily know what you were looking at until it was right in front of you.

I think love is one of the most elusive things in the world. I don't know that there's a perfect formula for it and that's what makes the stories interesting.

You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.

Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, But love unexplained is clearer.

Mystery and disappointment are not absolutely indispensable to the growth of love, but they are, very often, its powerful auxiliaries.

The ancient Greeks, poets, authors and philosophers all puzzled over the question but nobody really knows what love is - including me. Longing for another person is an exciting mental experience.

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep

Why should I believe any of this?' It happens that fast. I say, because I think I like you. Marla says, 'Not love?' This is a cheesy enough moment, I say. Don't push it.

I have something to tell you," he says. I run my fingers along the tendons in his hand and look back at him. "I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I’m waiting until I’m sure to tell you, though.

Falling in love is like owning a dog.

Though I do not believe in the order of things, still the sticky little leaves that come out in the spring are dear to me, the blue sky is dear to me, some people are dear to me, whom one loves sometimes, would you believe it, without even knowing why; some human deeds are dear to me, which one has perhaps long ceased believing in, but still honors with one's heart, out of old habit..." --Ivan Karamazov

Sex complicates, but it is the power of love to simplify.

Love doesn't care how much money you have.

There is nothing like love. You should try it.” Thibault shrugged. “Maybe one day.

Love can tame the wildest.

For nothing is more fulfilling than love itself