Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you?

— Richard Rodgers

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

— William Goldman

Each generation has its own dream of beauty. I have lived long enough to watch it change. Just then, he was what all sculptors were reaching after, and only the great achieved.

— Mary Renault

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

— Charlotte Brontë

Glory of the world makes life meaningless. Glory of God fulfills it.

— indonesia123

God is magnificent. God is mighty.

— Lailah Gifty Akita

He loved her for almost everything she was & she decided that was enough to let him stay for a very long time.

— Brian Andreas

Horror immobilizes us because it is made of contradictory feelings: fear and seduction, repulsion and attraction. Horror is a fascination... Horror is immobility, the great yawn of empty space, the womb and the hole in the earth, the universal Mother and the great garbage heap... With horror, we cannot have recourse to flight or combat, there remains only Adoration or Exorcism.

— Octavio Paz

...how are you sacred to me? Your lines are golden threads - your patter, my pattern - I explore the liturgy of your words...

— John Geddes

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake lose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turned the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

— Jodi Picoult