Ardor Quotes

“Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.”
― William Goldman, The Princess Bride

“He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.”
― Nicholas Sparks

“I find I am much prouder of the victory I obtain over myself, when, in the very ardor of dispute, I make myself submit to my adversary’s force of reason, than I am pleased with the victory I obtain over him through his weakness.”
― Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays

“...it is foreign to a man's nature to go on loving a person when he is told that he must and shall be that person's lover. There would be a much likelier chance of his doing it if he were told not to love. If the marriage ceremony consisted in an oath and signed contract between the parties to cease loving from that day forward, in consideration of personal possession being given, and to avoid each other's society as much as possible in public, there would be more loving couples than there are now. Fancy the secret meetings between the perjuring husband and wife, the denials of having seen each other, the clambering in at bedroom windows, and the hiding in closets! There'd be little cooling then.”
― Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure

“The first time I heard you laugh,
I only wanted to say funny things
so you would always be laughing.
You know what happens to chocolate
when you leave it out in the sun?
I’m that unfortunate chocolate
and you, you are the laughing sun.
For this reason, I am offering myself to you
not as a martyr or some selfless fool,
but as a self-indulgent moth
who actively pursues the light
without much fear for the flame.
The moth who revels in the heat
and declares:
Burn me.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“How is it
that there was never you
until there was
and then all was you?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“When you love someone, you end up caring about each and every person they love. When you hate someone, you end up caring about every single person who hates them.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“I will take your heart.
I will take your soul out of your body
As though I were God.
I will not be satisfied
With the little words you say to me.
I will not be satisfied
With the touch of your hand
Nor the sweet of your lips alone.
I will take your heart for mine.
I will take your soul.
I will be God when it comes to you.”
― Langston Hughes, Selected Poems

“She could have rambled with all the fervor of a woman who had loved one entity for longer than most races live, and with the inviolable, unquestioned certainty found in dementia. There were references dated and sealed with meticulous care which she would have enthusiastically opened with the mirth of one proclaiming a lifetime of honors and awards. But that singular event was freshly disturbed; its pores still drifted on the faint zephyr of remembrance.”
― Darrell Drake, Everautumn

“People always said that photography is an attempt to capture something fleeting.
And suddenly everything is fleeting.
It's like Ardor is this special tone of light we've never had before, and it's shining down and infusinf every single object and person on the planet.
I just want to document that light, before it's gone.
-Eliza”
― Tommy Wallach, We All Looked Up

“But where do we find what's lasting? Where do the deathless things hide?”
― Adam Zagajewski, A Defense of Ardor: Essays

“Fogoso gozo fogo.”
― Filipe Russo, Caro Jovem Adulto

“The words had caught on the tip of her tongue, easy to summon but incredibly difficult to say.”
― kevin Ansbro, In the Shadow of Time

“Could I ever feel any less for this body? Why does ardour pass? Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body