No, this trick won't work... How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?
Love is a madness if thwarted it develops fast.
Tracing the beginnings of the interwoven stories of science can be arbitrary, as beginnings are so often lost in the mists of time.
Love doesn't just sit there like a stone it has to be made like bread remade all the time made new.
I believe in love but I don't sit around waiting for it.
Too often our lives are soiled to desperation by endings that in reality are magnificently outnumbered by beginnings. And unless we become convinced that an ending is always the birthplace of a beginn...
I had to start new, my ego told me that if past ever wanted me, I won't be calling it by that name.
What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.
And the day inevitably comes when the scrapbook of summer, smeared with ice cream slurps and sweat stains, gives way to that new clean white notebook, spine unbroken, begging to be smudged with the en...
The American imagination has never been able to fully recover from its white-supremacist beginnings.
I have learned not to worry about love but to honor its coming with all my heart.
I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
Many people when they fall in love look for a little haven of refuge from the world where they can be sure of being admired when they are not admirable and praised when they are not praiseworthy.
I might walk vast expansesof earth and always be beginningand I love beginningor could learnto love it.
The search for first causes is the ultimate wild goose chase.
Man reaches the highest point of lovableness at 12 to 17 - to get it back in a second flowering at the age of 70 to 90.
I cannot fix on the hour or the spot or the look or the words which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.
To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.
Love is what happens to men and women who don't know each other.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.