The party was dry, she was wet, and the sky was in the middle (cloudy, but no rain). Love was in the air, and that’s why I brought an umbrella.
Life, it’s made up of two things—time and love. A watch tells one, but what tells the other? We tell each other.
A one-winged butterfly can’t fly. Neither can a half a heart love, or a half-hearted relationship work.
We made love the way a man with one leg might run a marathon. 26.2 miles is a long way to hop for an orgasm.
Should I take off my helmet before I make love? I'd better not, because my bicycle's breaks are worn out.
Would a boring machine drill holes—or put you to sleep? I make love like a robot, so maybe I do both.
...Love can give you the most exhilarating wonderful highs at times... ...Then there will be dives that will take all you have just to hold on... Quote on the Title Page of "Love TORN Asunder
The power of your smile accompanied me on my way; but your tears, the tears of concern for me, I will carry forever in my heart.
The challenges and changes you meet are, in effect, hand delivered to you by a generous, loving Universe for the purpose of making you stronger and wiser.
Sidda can't help herself. She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves the black letters marching across the white pages...
Desire is always followed by boredom. And only love can defeat boredom. Love with a capital L; we all dream of it.
People who are left alone tell the story but are never a part of it; those who are a part of the crowd, are story bound, acting upon the role assigned to them in the theater of living, loving and longing.
We become increasingly aware that the human dream, the human drama, with all its questionable, damaging, and often malevolent intention is not real life at all.
I don't have a love life. I have a like life.' Mamie smiled. She thought how nice that might be, to be peacefully free from love...
You cannot expect a man to love you, but not because of your body or physical construction. It is like giving a man the option between choosing you and a monkey.
Sex and love they choose the different paths. Love always leads to devotion, sacrifice, and dedication, which are forms of insanity and madness; but sex it is always about comfort, pleasure and power.
Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind. It is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard. To see the best is to see most clearly, and it is the lover's privilege.
You are my wine, my joy, My garden, my springtime, My slumber, my repose, Without you, I can't cope.
She burst in the door, I burst into song, and he burst into flames. Our love triangle turned into dinner for two featuring roasted marshmallows.
Love is like walking while riding a bicycle. It’s pretty hard to do when you’re curled up like a cat, sleeping in a wheelchair.
Love is a door leading to a better existence. But knock before entering, because behind that door I think grandpa's taking a shit.
