For Love Quotes

I have read like a man on fire my whole life because the genius of English teachers touched me with the dazzling beauty of language.

Starving artist: starving for affection, starving for attention

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

In literature, as in love, one can only speak for himself.

And I, a twister, love, what I abhor.

Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles.

Things are just things, they can't bring back the dead.It just makes me feel better. - Hiiragi

This heart is a hurricane, turbulent with ache screaming winds of grief waiting to make the skyfall, to pluck the cloudsfrom their beds with itswhipping winds

You see the world in colors, I see in Black and Red.

I grow weary of the loveThat lasts for a nightWhen it should be thereThe next sunrise

My definition of an intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger" - Billy Connolly

Although I love elegant parties, dancing and dining and spending the night with a sweet woman in my arms, my life belongs to literature.

The best thing about being a writer is that 'work' is always something you love, plus usually accompanied by tea, coffee and cakes of some sort.

Less is Moor.

People who want to change everything in the world but never think of changing themselves are clapping with one palm.

I don't write poems to melt your heart.I write them, so our heartscan melt together.

Did your mom ever tell you, ‘If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything’? She was right–and talking nicely also applies when you’re talking to yourself, even inside your head. (339)

Her words were like tinfoil

Jacinta never told Penelope that she loved her. The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.

Sometimes you take all my words away from me.

Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word.

Everything you mean to me, I can't put into words, because when you're as perfect as you, no amount of words will do.

We never stop loving, No matter what we say, because we say just empty words, to keep our hurt away.

Most of the people share quotes and wordings not because they follow them or absorb for life but they knows by share it i can be notice as a wise person.

I scream out the ropes of words that bound my tongue, and the heavens echo back...'I love you'.

A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he’d affected her. Of how he’d changed her.

With every line he teaches her, the world grows a little wider. She had never known before how words could sing, how a turn of phrase could unlock a window in her mind.

It cost nothing to be nice.

In politics no permanent friends, no permanent enemies but permanent interest.

It was the way she looked at me the whole time. That look said more than she ever could and, in turn, scared me more than her words alone ever could.

Is love always like this? Is it always so passionate, yet so damn painful?

I write in seconds. I don’t stop. I don’t think. I simply write and when it comes, it flows and it makes sense because it’s genuine. I don’t understand thought-out poetry. It doesn’t seem real to me.

Often someone else's words can provoke us to memories both painful and sweet, and remind us of things we should have learned, but sometimes forget.

Love writes without words.

I write these words to touch you, My love, In places my hands can only dream of.

One word can turn into a book just as one poem should never be overlooked.

Sometimes we don't get second chances. Sometimes things just end.

The weight of your words is more important than the volume of your voice!

Words that should cross your lips with ease: thank you, love you, sorry, please.

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

Patroclus, ' he said. He was always better with words than I.

how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.

Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.

One suffers in silence so long as one has the strength and when that strength fails one speaks without measuring one's words much.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

She said, 'It is filled with all the words for how I want you.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

ahthOOn SSyng!" I said. "That's farewell.""It sounds evil.""It is, " I answered, and we parted.

Once words have been said there is no way to un-say them