Some of which are my favorites.
- You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how. Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind
- I have waited for this opportunity for more than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and everlasting love. Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
- If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you. A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh
- Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
- Each time you happen to me all over again. Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence
- I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life. Ian McEwan, Atonement
- You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friends
- ‘Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H.
- The winds were warm about us, the whole earth seemed the wealthier for our love. Harriet Prescott Spofford, The Amber Gods
- In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
- I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. Pablo Neruda, wenty Love Poems and A Song of Despair
- To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
- By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep; nor, what’s still worse, love any woman in the world but her.Samuel Richardson, Clarissa, Or The History Of A Young Lady
- Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
- That the last two letters in her name were the first two in his, a silly thing he never mentioned to her but caused him to believe that they were bound together. Jhumpa Lahiri, Unaccustomed Earth
- Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind/And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
- One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving. Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
- It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal. E.M. Forster, A Room with a View
- I would die for you. But I won’t live for you. Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
- As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
- I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog from Hell
- It doesn’t matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you. Roald Dahl, The Witches
- You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
- It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
- My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness. André Breton, What is Surrealism?: Selected Writings
- Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new. Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
- What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
- The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being. Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
- A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan
- I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong. Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun