Let me be mad, then, by all means! mad with the madness of Absinthe, the wildest, most luxurious madness in the world! Vive la folie! Vive l'amour! Vive l'animalisme! Vive le Diable!

— Marie Corelli

Revolutionary Amour quotations

Il n'est rien de réel que le rêve et l'amour. (Nothing is real but dreams and love.)

Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour!

Like hunger, physical love is a necessity.

But man's appetite for amour is never so regular or so sustained as his appetite for the delights of the table.

Love is so simple. [Fr., C'est tellement simple, l'amour.]

The beginning and the end of love are both marked by embarrassment when the two find themselves alone. [Fr., Le commencement et le declin de l'amour se font sentir par l'embarras ou l'on est de se trouver seuls.]

Quelque rigueur qui loge en votre coeur, Amour s'en peut un jour rendre vainqueur. That little harshness which resides in your heart, Love will vanquish someday.

That's l'amour: we willingly walk into the future blindfolded.

Je sais de quelles petitesses meurent les plus grandes amours.

I know how pettiness ruins the greatest loves.

Love is the history of a woman's life;

it is an episode in man's. [Fr., L'amour est l'histoire de la vie des femmes; c'est un episode dans celle des hommes.]

Une histoire d'amour dont les épisodes ont été mélangés par un fou

Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over misery and pain.

O tyrant love, when held by you, We may to prudence bid adieu.

[Fr., Amour! Amour! quand tu nous tiens On peut bien dire, Adieu, prudence.]

Rose! Thou art the sweetest flower that ever drank the amber shower: Even the Gods, who walk the sky, are amourous of thy scented sigh.

There is a belief that love has its own justification, that it should be experienced as passionately as possible. The French have a wonderful expression, amour passion, which is the ultimate.

We're taking requests from customers who are looking for certain used copies.

We already found 18 to 20 Louis L'Amour books that were on a customer's request list.

L'amour n'est pas seulement un sentiment, il est un art aussi.

Love is not only a feeling; it is also an art.

Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.

I didn't need to get married again. It's great to be in a situation in which you're happy. But, you know, I'm not tortured by love. I'm not tortured by chagrin d'amour. I'm old now.

The instinct of acquisitiveness has more perverts, I believe, than the instinct of sex. At any rate, people seem to me odder about money than about even their amours.

If you liked Louis L'Amour, you will really love Don Bendell.

In America the chief accusation seems to be one of "Eroticism.

" This is odd, rather puzzling to my mind. Which Eros? Eros of the jaunty "amours," or Eros of the sacred mysteries? And if the latter, why accuse, why not respect, even venerate?

But one always returns to one's first loves. [Fr., Mais on revient toujours A ses premieres amours.]

Nulle cre ature humaine ne peut commander a' l'amour. No human being can give orders to love.

La possession de ce qu'on aime est une joie plus grande encore que l'amour.

Possessing what one loves is an even greater joy than love itself.

Le bonheur est dans l'amour un e tat anormal. In love, happiness is abnormal.

In the Middle Ages, the troubadour poets invented the concept of courtly love--a fantasy love, a noble passion, which was also extra-marital and thus inevitably thwarted, illicit, adulterous. One of the medieval terms for it was amour honestus (honest love). I've always wondered why this passionate ideal--masochistic, spiritual-travelled with such wildfire throughout Europe. My poem, a ghazal, takes up the subject.

La volupte unique et supre" me de l'amour g|"t dans la certitude de faire le mal. The unique, supreme pleasure of love consists in the certainty of doing evil.

I gave him a smile that I hoped was as dazzling as one of his.

"I realized I'm in love." Marcus, startled, looked around as though he expected to see my object d'amour in the car with us. "And you just realized this? Did you just have some sort of vision?" "Didn't need to," I said, thinking of Wolfe's ill-fated trip to the Orkneys. "It's always been right in front of me.

Then let amourous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred and a Thousand more

...Je n’ai pas cessé de l’être si c’est d’être jeune que d’aimer toujours !... L’humanité n’est pas un vain mot. Notre vie est faite d’amour, et ne plus aimer c’est ne plus vivre." (I have never ceased to be young, if being young is always loving... Humanity is not a vain word. Our life is made of love, and to love no longer is to live no longer.)

Our amour fou with 'The Sopranos' is headed for long-term parking, like so many of its most memorable characters. We'll never see a show like this again.