Anywhere I go, there is always an incredible crowd that follows me. In Rome, as I land at the airport, even the men kiss me. I love Rome.

Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.

I love the ending of a movie where two people end up together. Preferably if there’s rain and an airport or running or a confession of love.

I found that part of it towards San Salvador extending from north to south five leagues, and the other side which we coasted along, ran from east to west more than ten leagues.

Agape, the love of each one of us for the other, from the closest to the furthest, is in fact the only way that Jesus has given us to find the way of salvation and of the Beatitudes.

I think I have had so much blessing – I’ve had my brother, who was brilliant – I think my family came closest to making a genius when they made my brother – Bailey was just all of that. He loved me.

You’d have a hard time finding anything better than Barcelona for food, as far as being a hub. Given a choice between Barcelona and San Sebastian to die in, I’d probably want to die in San Sebastian.

The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

Adventure is worthwhile in itself.

Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek each other so that the world may come to being.

I think women want freedom. They want to be empowered. They want hope. They want love; they want all the things that I want, and I’m not afraid to say those things and act on them, and I think that’s why they identify with me.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

I spent more time on dark ships in danger zones than any other woman in the world.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

My experiences in life are getting bigger and better. The more stuff I do, the more stuff I talk about – having kids, traveling, going through relationship problems, dealing with things in my own family. All that stuff builds character.

If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you.

Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time.

What’s fascinating is, people in Washington would rather spend time in Hollywood, and people in Hollywood would rather spend time in Washington.

Your ordinary acts of love and hope point to the extraordinary promise that every human life is of inestimable value.

To other countries, I may go as a tourist, but to India, I come as a pilgrim.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

I’m a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won’t.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

Men despise religion. They hate it and are afraid it may be true.

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.

The best way to know God is to love many things.

I love Manchester. Everyone knows that – I have said it many times. Manchester is in my heart.

I believe that my parents did wonderful things for us.

I should like to lie at your feet and die in your arms.

Flying might not be all plain sailing, but the fun of it is worth the price.

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts.

Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution.

Love is trembling happiness.

It’s not the destination that matters. It’s the change of scene.

Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but it is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.

Men often oppose a thing merely because they have had no agency in planning it, or because it may have been planned by those whom they dislike.

Men ought either to be indulged or utterly destroyed, for if you merely offend them they take vengeance, but if you injure them greatly they are unable to retaliate, so that the injury done to a man ought to be such that vengeance cannot be feared.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

Over the last 15 months, we’ve traveled to every corner of the United States. I’ve now been in 57 states? I think one left to go.

If men were angels, no government would be necessary.

Love to everybody who is out there progressing and taking things to the next level.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes that she were not.

Marriage is scary to me, man.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.

At the age of 6, a teacher full of ambitions, who taught in the small public school of Biran, convinced my family that I should travel to Santiago de Cuba to accompany my older sister who would enter a highly prestigious convent school. Including me was a skill of that very teacher from the little school in Biran.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love – first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

Only on paper has humanity yet achieved glory, beauty, truth, knowledge, virtue, and abiding love.

Every man over forty is a scoundrel.

Men and women may form associations for and among themselves and be governed by stipulations that are mutually acceptable.

When I worked on a magazine, I learned that there are many, many writers writing that can’t write at all; and they keep on writing all the cliches and bromides and 1890 plots, and poems about Spring and poems about Love, and poems they think are modern because they are done in slang or staccato style, or written with all the ‚i’s‘ small.

Dreams are the guiding words of the soul. Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration?

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.

Whether a person is straight or gay, Republican, Democrat, good person, not a good person, they’re all welcome, because to me, church is a place you’re supposed to get healed and whole and loved.

All men hate the nagging.