And that's what I really love, is finding a script and fantasizing and going to a different world and kind of portraying a character that is interesting. Because other lives interest us, that's why we read magazines like 'People' and try and fascinate and drool over what other people are doing.
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Free love? as if love is anything but free. Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love.
Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.
Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat.
Rekindled love is generally short-term.
Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.
I would like a man now who is rich, and who can give me a boat - a sailboat. I want to own it and let him pay for it. My first love is the sea and water, not music. Music is second.
The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.
Love is mutually feeding each other, not one living on another like a ghoul.
The only way to real mature love is to get past the tropes of what we consider 'romance.'
I think love is the through line and it's universal and it doesn't matter what period of time, time or place, or people, that's something we all connect to. That's the thin thread that I think keeps it altogether.
There are only really a few stories to tell in the end, and betrayal and the failure of love is one of those good stories to tell.
The way I see it, love is an amusement park, and food its souvenir.
When I hear other people's stories, I like to believe that they contribute to my 'Encyclopedia of Human Experience.' The stories I hear help me expand my definition of what love is, what pain feels like, what sacrifice means, what laughter can do.
I mean, there's times to rock and roll, and I love that too. But I think my first love is acoustic music.
Love is life's end, but never ending. Love is life's wealth, never spent, but ever spending. Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding.
What love is to man, music is to the arts and to mankind.
Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The jazz I love is sweet and pure with raw elements, which is exactly what the good hip-hop is doing now.
Love is so confusing - you tell a girl she looks great and what's the first thing you do? Turn out the lights!
Love consists in giving without getting in return; in giving what is not owed, what is not due the other. That's why true love is never based, as associations for utility or pleasure are, on a fair exchange.
The measure of a man is not how great his faith is, but how great his love is. We must not let government programs disconnect our souls from each other.
Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.
To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.
Mental prayer in my opinion is nothing else than an intimate sharing between friends; it means taking time frequently to be alone with Him who we know loves us. The important thing is not to think much but to love much and so do that which best stirs you to love. Love is not great delight but desire to please God in everything.
Any time not spent on love is wasted.
Both of my books, 'Love Is a Mix Tape' and 'Talking to Girls About Duran Duran,' are about how music gets tangled up with all our other emotional memories. Since I'm an obsessive music fan, I'm always seeking out new sonic thrills.
Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.
Love is energy of life.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love.
It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.
Ultimately love is everything.
