Elusive Love Quotes

Leo fell in love with every girl he saw-as long as she was completely out of his league.

Well, love is a difficult thing to hold on to. It's a slippery little beast. It will hold you and then it will elude you at any moment.

Never love for me, only obsession. Someone has to stand still for you to love them. My choices are always on the run.

Love is the most elusive thing I know. Always an arm's length away, teasing me and asking me to stretch a bit more and grab it.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

I love Love -- though he has wings, And like light can flee.

Love is so exquisitely elusive. It cannot be bought, cannot be badgered, cannot be hijacked. It is available only in one rare form: as the natural response of a healthy mind and healthy heart.

Love is a quicksilver word; though you see plainly where it is, you have only to put your finger on it to find that it is not there but someplace else.

Usually it's the guys that don't follow you around, who you're attracted to!

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

Just because something is invisible doesn't mean it isn't there. At any given time, there are a host of invisibles floating among us. There are clairvoyants to see ghosts; but who sees the invisible emotions, the unrecorded events? Who is that sees love, more evanescent than any ghost, let alone can catch it? Who are you tell me that I don't know what love is?

Romance, like the rabbit at the dog track, is the elusive, fake, and never attained reward which, for the benefit and amusement of our masters, keeps us running and thinking in safe circles.

I am crying over the elusive nature of love.

It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.

Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and this sadness which sometimes falls between us springs from disappointment in our search, each straining through and beyond the other, snatching a glimpse now and then of the shadow which turns the corner always a pace or two ahead of us.

As it happened, I didn't grow up to be the kind of woman who is the heroine in a Western, and although the men I have known have had many virtues and have taken me to live in many places I have come to love, they have never been John Wayne, and they have never taken me to the bend in the river where the cottonwoods grow. Deep in that part of my heart where artificial rain forever falls, that is still the line I want to hear.

In love, 'tis no other than frantic desire for that which flies from us.

Lovely chatting with you, darling, but I've got to run. Face it, you're always more content when you're chasing me than when you have me locked up. I think we're going to have a lot of fun.

It was unfair that people who longed for love the most, searched the hardest for it, found it so elusive.

The tragedy in his life already existed. To love an atmospheric spirit. That was the real sorrow. Hopelessness itself. Nowhere on the printed page, nowhere in the annals of man, would her name appear: no local habitation, no name. There are girls like that, he thought, and those you love most, the ones where there is no hope because it has eluded you at the very moment you close your hands around it.

Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.

The elusive nature of love... it can be such a fleeting thing. You see it there and it's just fluttering and it's gone.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

Although some men who were easy with their words said that it was worth sacrificing one’s life for a night of love with such an arousing woman, the truth was that no one made any effort to do so. Perhaps, not only to attain her but also to conjure away her dangers, all that was needed was a feeling as primitive and as simple as that of love, but that was the only thing that did not occur to anyone.