So. Tagged again by DD. This time it’s love; something I’ve been told lately that I know very little about. And to avoid the usual barrage of “how come I’m not mentioned” and “who’s that one about” that these things usually spark, I’ll avoid the whole whole thing and treat you to some of my favourite quotations on love, by people who can write way better than me.
Though it be broken–
broken again — still it is there:
the moon on the water.
“True love is boring,” Roland repeated. “As boring as any other strong and addictive drug. And as with any other strong drug…”
— Stephen King. Wizard and Glass
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let that be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word.
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
— Oscar Wilde. The Ballad of Reading Gaol
…She turned to me and said, “Philsan, I will spend two days with you and you will not have to pay me. I will love you for two days and then I will not love you.”
— Philip Caputo. A Rumor of War
“Do you know that until I met thee I have never asked for anything? Nor wanted anything? Nor thought of anything except the moment and the winning of this war? Truly I have been very pure in my ambitions. I have worked much and now I love thee and,” he said it now in a complete embracing of all that would not be, “I love thee as I love all that we have fought for. I love thee as I love liberty and dignity and the rights of all men to work and not be hungry. I love thee as I love Madrid that we have defended and as I love all my comrades that have died. Many. Many. Thou canst not think how many. But I love thee as I love what I love most in the world and I love thee more. I love thee very much, rabbit. More than I can tell thee. But I say this now to tell thee a little…”
— Ernest Hemmingway. For Whom the Bell Tolls
Don’t tell me it’s not worth dying for
I can’t help it, there’s nothing I want more.
— From the Bryan Adams song Everything I do I do it for You
The heart is an organ of fire.
— Michael Ondaatje. The English Patient
It is better to love many things a little than one thing too much.
— Daniel Carney. The Whispering Death
I vow to thee, my country — all earthly things above
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love…
— Sir Cecil Spring-Rice. I Vow to Thee My Country
She smiled and closed her eyes again. “Bird and bear and hare and fish…”
Smiling, Roland finished, “Give my love her fondest wish.”
Her eyes opened. She smiled. “You,” she said again, and kissed him. “Still you, Roland. Still you, my love.”
— Stephen King. Wizard and Glass
And my all-time favourite:
“My life is very monotonous,” he said. “I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all others. Other steps send me scurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat.”
— Antoine de Saint-Exupery. The Little Prince