But our l’amour was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to musique no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own cœur, coeur rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own cœur, coeur beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if toi feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where toi stand, ou walk, ou lie, ou dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.
The past doesn’t change, of course, it lies behind you, petrified, immutable. What changes is the way toi see it. Perception is everything. It turns villains into Heroes and victims into collaborators.
I l’amour toi - those three words have my life in them.
Forbidden pleasures alone are loved immoderately; when lawful, they do not excite desire
"When toi fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, toi have to make a decision. toi have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that toi should ever part."
I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one Kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it."
A faithful cœur, coeur makes wishes come true
From every human being there rises a light that reaches straight to heaven. And when two souls that are destined to be together find each other, their streams of light flow together, and a single brighter light goes forth from their united being
I would rather be a ghost drifting par your side as a condemned soul than enter heaven without you. Because of your love, I will never be a lonely spirit."
There are only four questions of value in life. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made of? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love
Have toi never met a woman who inspires toi to love? Until your every sense is filled with her? toi inhale her. toi taste her. toi see your unborn children in her eyes and know that your cœur, coeur has at last found a home. Your life begins with her, and without her it must surely end
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched, but are felt in the heart
If I could ask God one thing, it would be to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make this night and your beauty last forever
I will have poésie in my life. And adventure. And love. l’amour above all. No...not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of l’amour for the amusement of an evening. but l’amour that...overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin ou rapture
Only you, you're the only thing I'll see forever. In my eyes, in my words and in everything I do
I have a l’amour and it's all that I have. Right ou wrong, what can I do? I l’amour him, I'm his and everything he is...I am, too. I l’amour him, we're one. There's nothing to be done. Not a thing I can do but hold him, hold him forever. Be with him now, tomorrow, and all my life...
Soul mates. It's extremely rare, but it exists. It's sort of like twin souls tuned into each other
If he loved toi with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn't l’amour toi as much as I do in a single day
I make toi my queen. Whatever happens out there, here, toi will always be my queen
How can toi stand here beside me and pretend not to remember? Not to know that my cœur, coeur is breaking for you, that your face is the wonderful light burning in all this darkness
If toi ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave
I cannot live without my life! I cannot die without my soul
I hate the way toi talk to me, and the way toi cut your hair.
I hate the way toi drive my car, I hate it when toi stare.
I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way toi read my mind.
I hate toi so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when toi lie.
I hate it when toi make me laugh — Even worse when toi make me cry.
I hate it that you’re not around. And the fact that toi don’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate toi — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
In real l’amour toi want the other person's good. In romantic love, toi want the other
person.
l’amour is a force plus formidable than any other. It is invisible -- it cannot be seen or
measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform toi in a moment, and offer toi plus joy than any material possession could
Love's greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred
There is l’amour of course. And then there's life, its enemy
l’amour is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies
What I needed most was to l’amour and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers ou jealousy, par suspicions and fear, par burst of anger and quarrels.
The devise of chivalry is also the devise of wisdom; to serve all, but l’amour only one
Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze
What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us
Sometimes I dance, alone, to musique no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own cœur, coeur rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own cœur, coeur beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if toi feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where toi stand, ou walk, ou lie, ou dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.
The past doesn’t change, of course, it lies behind you, petrified, immutable. What changes is the way toi see it. Perception is everything. It turns villains into Heroes and victims into collaborators.
I l’amour toi - those three words have my life in them.
Forbidden pleasures alone are loved immoderately; when lawful, they do not excite desire
"When toi fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, toi have to make a decision. toi have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that toi should ever part."
I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one Kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it."
A faithful cœur, coeur makes wishes come true
From every human being there rises a light that reaches straight to heaven. And when two souls that are destined to be together find each other, their streams of light flow together, and a single brighter light goes forth from their united being
I would rather be a ghost drifting par your side as a condemned soul than enter heaven without you. Because of your love, I will never be a lonely spirit."
There are only four questions of value in life. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made of? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love
Have toi never met a woman who inspires toi to love? Until your every sense is filled with her? toi inhale her. toi taste her. toi see your unborn children in her eyes and know that your cœur, coeur has at last found a home. Your life begins with her, and without her it must surely end
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched, but are felt in the heart
If I could ask God one thing, it would be to stop the moon. Stop the moon and make this night and your beauty last forever
I will have poésie in my life. And adventure. And love. l’amour above all. No...not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of l’amour for the amusement of an evening. but l’amour that...overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin ou rapture
Only you, you're the only thing I'll see forever. In my eyes, in my words and in everything I do
I have a l’amour and it's all that I have. Right ou wrong, what can I do? I l’amour him, I'm his and everything he is...I am, too. I l’amour him, we're one. There's nothing to be done. Not a thing I can do but hold him, hold him forever. Be with him now, tomorrow, and all my life...
Soul mates. It's extremely rare, but it exists. It's sort of like twin souls tuned into each other
If he loved toi with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn't l’amour toi as much as I do in a single day
I make toi my queen. Whatever happens out there, here, toi will always be my queen
How can toi stand here beside me and pretend not to remember? Not to know that my cœur, coeur is breaking for you, that your face is the wonderful light burning in all this darkness
If toi ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave
I cannot live without my life! I cannot die without my soul
I hate the way toi talk to me, and the way toi cut your hair.
I hate the way toi drive my car, I hate it when toi stare.
I hate your big, dumb combat boots and the way toi read my mind.
I hate toi so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when toi lie.
I hate it when toi make me laugh — Even worse when toi make me cry.
I hate it that you’re not around. And the fact that toi don’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate toi — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
In real l’amour toi want the other person's good. In romantic love, toi want the other
person.
l’amour is a force plus formidable than any other. It is invisible -- it cannot be seen or
measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform toi in a moment, and offer toi plus joy than any material possession could
Love's greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred
There is l’amour of course. And then there's life, its enemy
l’amour is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies
What I needed most was to l’amour and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers ou jealousy, par suspicions and fear, par burst of anger and quarrels.
The devise of chivalry is also the devise of wisdom; to serve all, but l’amour only one
Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze
What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us