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To Love Quotes (page 366)

Oscar Wilde quote: "A man wants to be a woman's first love, a woman wants to be..."
A man wants to be a woman's first love, a woman wants to be his last. Oscar Wilde
Saul Bellow quote: "One must bear in mind the odd angle or slant that the rays of..."
One must bear in mind the odd angle or slant that the rays of love have to take in order to reach a heart like mine. Saul Bellow
The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences. Arthur Rimbaud
She(Pam) said you had a habit of killing the bartenders of Fangtasia," Felicia said, her lovely doe eyes widewith amazement. "She said I must come to beg your mercy. But you just seem like a human, to me. Charlaine Harris
Their boredom becomes more and more terrible. They realize that they’ve been tricked and burn with resentment. Every day of their lives they read the newspapers and went to the movies. Both fed them on lynchings, murder, sex crimes, explosions, wrecks, love nests, fires, miracles, revolutions, war. This daily diet made sophisticates of them. The sun is a joke. Oranges can’t titillate their jaded palates. Nothing can ever be violent enough to make taut their slack minds and bodies. They have... Nathanael West
Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow LOVES the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again." And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about—whenever the wind blows—oh, that's very... Lewis Carroll
But surely it is something to have been. The best beloved for a little while, To have walked hand in hand with Love, and seen. His purple wings flit once across thy smile. Oscar Wilde
Jane felt that he would write from the depths of a wretchedness that would not necessarily be insincere because its outward signs were so theatrical. Pesumably attractive men and probably woman too must always be suffering in this way; they must so often have to reject and cast aside love, and perhaps even practice did not always make them ruthless and cold-blooded enough to do it without feeling any qualms. Barbara Pym
And as I had lifted no petition to Heaven to avert it - as I had neither joined my hands, nor bent my knees, nor moved my lips - it came: in full heavy swing the torrent poured over me. The whole consciousness of my life lorn, my love lost, my hope quenched, my faith death-struck, swayed full and mighty above me in one sullen mass. Charlotte Bronte
Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no. And every time you speak her name does she know how you told me you'd hold me until you died, till you died. But you're still alive Alanis Morissette
And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it Jodi Picoult
He saw merchants trading, princes hunting, mourners wailing for their dead, whores offering themselves, physicians trying to help the sick, priests determining the most suitable day for seeding, lovers loving, mothers nursing their children—and all of this was not worthy of one look from his eye, it all lied, it all stank, it all stank of lies, it all pretended to be meaningful and joyful and beautiful, and it all was just concealed putrefaction. The world tasted bitter. Life was torture Herman Hesse
Yes, I know," "And I love to hear you say it, Louis. I need to hear you say it. I don't think anyone will ever say it quite like you do. Come on, say it again. I'm a perfect devil. Tell me how bad I am. It makes me feel so good! Anne Rice
Power said to the world,"You are mine."The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, "I am thine."The world gave it the freedom of her house. Rabindranath Tagore
In our memories, there is a graveyard where we bury our dead. They all lie there together, the loved ones and the ones we hated, friends and foes and kin, with no distinction among them. We have to mourn every one of them, because our memories have made them as much a part of us as our bones or our skin. If we don't, we've no right to remember anything at all. Steven Brust

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