The love is real in any situation; everything else is just an illusion.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
Do we mean love, when we say love?
Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture that purity in a bottle? Perhaps they couldn't.
I am only fond of what comes from the heart.
It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true. It only hurts because it's true.
I want to be with you as much as possible, Ronnie. You're smart and funny and you're honest. I trust you. I trust us. Yeah, I'm leaving and you're going back home. But neither of those things changes the way I feel about you. And my feelings aren't going to change simply because I'm going to Vanderbilt. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone.
What comes from the heart goes to the heart
The nearer emotional life approaches to hysteria, to continual outward show, the less genuine it becomes. Feeling becomes equated with vehemence of expression, so that insincerity becomes permanent.
If a kiss could be seen I think it would look like a violet,' said Priscilla. Anne glowed. 'I'm so glad you spoke that thought, Priscilla, instead of just thinking it and keeping it to yourself. This world would be a much more interesting place…although it is very interesting, anyhow…if people spoke out their real thoughts.
True love is when you're cheating on a person but the thought of them still makes your eyes smile!
Having an authentic emotional response is always a positive thing.
So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.
Certainly it is one of our sweetest experiences that when we are touched by some noble affection or pure joy, we remember the dead most tenderly, and feel more powerfully drawn to them.
You once said you loved me. Do you still?" My sister is watching this exchange between us. She smiles warmly at me, giving me the strength to tell him the truth. "I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you. I couldn't.
It is now only in letters I write what I feel: not in literature any more, and I seldom say it, because I keep trying to be amusing.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Give expression to the noble desires that lie in your heart.
The ludicrous element in our feeling does not make them any less authentic.
Love is the piety of the affections.
I’m still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy ever will." -Adrian-
In the end, there probably isn't much difference between being in love and acting like you're in love.
I never paid you a compliment, Rachel, in my life. Successful love may sometimes use the language of flattery, I admit. But hopeless love, dearest, always speaks the truth.
Why is it," he said, one time, at the subway entrance, "I feel I've known you so many years?" "Because I like you," she said, "and I don't want anything from you.
Pity a thing often avowed, seldom felt; hatred is a thing often felt, seldom avowed.
