“The world gets grimy and the love object is in stark relief from its surroundings. This is love, a pretty thing on an ugly street and why wouldn't you pick it up if it appeared in a taxi cab.”

“Why do men think you can pick love up and re-light it like a candle? Women know when love is over.”

Dylan Thomas (1914–1953) Welsh poet and writer

“Just because you're an atheist, that doesn't mean you wouldn't love for things to have reasons for why they are.”

Jonathan Safran Foer book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

“There are only two things: love, all sorts of love, with pretty girls, and the music of New Orleans or Duke Ellington. Everything else ought to go, because everything else is ugly.”

Boris Vian (1920–1959) French polymath: writer, poet, musician, singer, translator, critic, actor, inventor and engineer

“But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows—maybe even tomorrow.”

Haruki Murakami book Sputnik Sweetheart

“In the measure that love for the flesh prevails in you, you can never become brave and dauntless, on account of the host of adversaries that constantly surround the object of your love.”

Isaac of Nineveh (640–700) Eastern Orthodox saint

“Love is a one-way street. Love, like respect isn't something you get; it's something you give”

Gregory David Roberts book Shantaram

“In New York City, a lot of people think 'the great outdoors' is the area between your front door and a taxi cab.”

Michael Bloomberg (1942) American businessman and politician, former mayor of New York City

“My love for you is unconditional love too
Gotta get up, get out, get up, get out, get up
And show you that it”

Janet Jackson (1966) singer from the United States

“Pretty woman, he thought. Pretty little black-skinned woman. Who wanted to kill for love, die for love. The pride, the conceit of these doormat women amazed him. They were always women who had been spoiled children. Whose whims had been taken seriously by adults and who grew up to be the stingiest, greediest people on earth and out of their stinginess grew their stingy little love that ate everything in sight. They could not believe or accept the fact that they were unloved; they believed that the world itself was off balance when it appeared as though they were not loved. Why did they think they were so lovable? Why did they think their brand of love was better than, or even as good as, anybody else's? But they did. And they loved their love so much they would kill anybody who got in its way.”

Toni Morrison (1931–2019) American writer