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“You've obviously never been in love."

"I have actually. And awfully. And—always—without hope—I've never had my love reciprocated ever.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“I've thought about nothing else but you.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“I think of you so incessantly, so insistently. The thought of you is always there. It lies hidden, a latency, in the most unlikely things and places, ready at the command of some chance association to jump out at me from its ambush.”
― Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point

“I watch porn
Cause I'll never be in love”
― Dorothea Lasky, Rome: Poems

“A decade without is nothing compared to a day with you.”
― Giovannie de Sadeleer

“I watch him start to undress me. The ground moves my feet, but it’s my knees that are shaking. The temperature in the room goes up a few degrees. My breathing quickens.
I watch his fingers pick at my tank top. Nicholas slides one hand underneath. He runs his fingers over my torso, presses them against my stomach. They move up and down with each one of my breaths.”
― Charlotte Byrd, Tell Me to Stop

“Why look up at the sky when the real star is right in front of you.”
― Giovannie de Sadeleer

“A song called 'Earth Angel' played in her head all morning—also three trumpets and a piano.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, White Is for Witching

“To be in love with Life is to be in touch with our spiritual essence. It is to see beauty and loveliness wherever we go. It is to see the glow of divinity in all those around us.”
― Donna Goddard, Love's Longing

“A woman in love is a great spiritual force.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good

“We sometimes fall in love at last sight.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“His eyes were very bright; they'd been like that since he'd begun talking about his subject. He looked like someone in love. Well, in love the way people were in old movies.”
― Helen Oyeyemi, Mr. Fox

“There's fire in my eyes and my lips are bee-stung, swollen with kisses. I look like a poem—something penned by Wordsworth, all dancing daffodils and smokeless air. I look like a woman in love.”
― Teri Wilson, The Accidental Beauty Queen

“I am really in love and it's a terrible experience.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“Anyway people never fall in love suddenly like that except in novels.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“He felt no shame in their love. It was great, honest and high. He had never in his life seen a woman like her. He admired her like he had no one before. If she were to go away, he would abandon everyone and everything that he ever cared for and follow her like a dog. He would lose his mind otherwise.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“If I were really in love, I don’t think I could have said that. I probably would have tried to toy with his feelings a bit more, or maybe I would have had trouble finding the words. But all I felt then was a desire to help. And while I didn’t yet know the reason, it frightened me much more to think of him getting hurt than it did to think of someone else getting hurt.”
― Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake

“Helen pictured him as a gangly boy, hurrying through his morning chores with a cache of forbidden marbles in his pocket. A bloom of emotion expanded in her chest, an electrifying happiness that almost bordered on pain.
She loved him. She loved the boy he had been, and the man he was now. She loved the look and smell and feel of him, the brusque charm of his accent, the touchy pride and determined will that had taken him so far in life, and the thousand other qualities that made him so extraordinary.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Marrying Winterborne

“I'm terribly in love with you. But please don't worry about it.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“at some point, i became the kind of person
who falls in love with everyone.
i always find myself wanting to care
for everyone's heart.”
― Reyna Biddy, A Psalm for Us

“Nothing is sexier than a competent man: I was in love.”
― Ruth Reichl, Tender at the Bone: Growing Up at the Table

“I know how he is . . . and I can see he's not a convenient man to be in love with.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good

“He desperately wanted to hear Lily say merci again, but Naneh Goli folded a piece of naan around a boiled egg, placed it in his knapsack, and pushed him out the door with a long list of instructions he didn't hear. All he could think was, I fell in love at eight fifteen on the morning of June 9.
Later that afternoon he scurried around the kitchen, underfoot until Naneh Goli sent him to the storeroom for jam. The cellar, illuminated by a bulb on a string, was like a pharmacy, with shelves of rosewater, orange blossom water, quince syrup, lime syrup, vinegars, and jars of pickled vegetables, all painstakingly labeled in Agha (Mr.) Zod's shaky script. Karim paused to read the labels but found nothing to ease the knocking in his chest, so he took the last jar of fig preserves for Lily. His Lily jan (dear), Lily rose, Lily shirin (sweet), Lily morning, Lily moon, Lily merci.”
― Donia Bijan, The Last Days of Café Leila

“...never
meant for anyone to confuse falling in love with
going insane.”
― Reyna Biddy, A Psalm for Us

“You’ve given your heart to her, maybe, but there’s no need to lose your marbles as well.”
― Yaba Badoe, A Jigsaw of Fire and Stars

“We have begun to experience a reciprocal pleasure in each other’s company, have we not? Come, come, Mehak! Accept it. Sages have said, “Love and musk cannot remain concealed.â€� You are as enamored of me as I am. Why don’t we get married?”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“Only now he was on his way to finally meet her and this time to remain with her till death tore them apart. Firangia’s feet were unmoored from the land, he walked in the air and flew towards the moon. A lady roamed there and with open arms waited to welcome him.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, The Thugs & a Courtesan

“I had known always that he was in love with her. Why did he just not say he loved her? He could have; to me. Was I not his best friend? Perhaps he knew that he was not worthy of her.”
― Mukta Singh-Zocchi, Game of Big Numbers

“FALL in love with Barbados!!”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“Claire's memory flashed to their wedding day, to her vibrant happiness. To Kirk's loving hand around her, steadying her as they stood in front of the church full of people. To her, that day had beenperfect, despite the rain, the mix-up about flowers, her father's rambling speech. She and Kirk had been in love. They truly had.


And now he'd fallen in love with someone else. Their marriage had ended after just twelve years. The ramifications crashed through her mind. She was going to be on her own, raising three children. Would she have to go back to work? Put the girls in after-school care? Then in seven months�


Oh, God. What was she going to do?”
― C.J. Carmichael