10 Great Quotes from Writers about Love



Interesting Literature

Ten of the most profound and witty quotes from writers on the subject of love

‘All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase – “I love you.”’ – F. Scott Fitzgerald

‘Self-love seems so often unrequited.’ – Anthony Powell

‘You cannot save people, you can only love them.’ – Anaïs Nin

Quotes about Love‘The Bible tells us to love our neighbours, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people.’ – G. K. Chesterton

‘Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.’ – Henry Fielding

‘Of course it’s possible to love a human being – if you don’t know them too well.’ – Charles Bukowski

‘To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.’ – Jane Austen

‘There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.’ – F. Scott Fitzgerald

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sinister/evil 1st person


I wasn’t always the “best” candidate for the job. But I knew that I would do anything, and I do mean anything, to get exactly what I wanted. I knew from the very beginning who had to go first, and so they would. but I? Oh I would know nothing of what had happened to them. you see, with me, what you see isn’t always what you get.  But if you stood in my way, you’d really get on my bad side. I’m just like a rose. I look and smell like the picture of innocence, but touch me and I’ll stab you. This book isn’t open. It’s soldered shut. But anyways, like I was saying, I was very determined to get what I wanted, even though I was very inadequate. And I was going to get it. No matter how many people had to suffer in the process. I came to L.A. looking for a job as an actor. You see, I have a terrible way of looking at things, and nobody knew exactly what I did. Maybe I was crazy? Yeah so what? Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to insult a crazy person?

It’s my way or no way, and that’s just how it is. That’s what I told the guy at the studio anyways. My gun may or may not have persuaded him a little. But I got the job. And then I shot him anyways. I didn’t like the way he looked at me. He had to go. He was one of them. His eyes, you could see it in his eyes. He had to go. My view of the world vary’s from yours. I see things differently. You think that guy should have lived? I knew he needed to die. Do with it what you will. Walking away from the studio, I went to the bar to get myself a drink when this dude shoves me into this dark ally and pulls a knife on me. Well I was already mad because of the guy at the studio so it made me p****d that this guy was threatening me. “Dude you better  walk away before you get hurt” i said. He just laughed at me. HE LAUGHED AT ME????!!! pulling out my gun for the next kill, a bright light illuminated the alleyway.It was headlights. His buddy? Perhaps I will kill him then I will kill his friend. I put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. The other guy got out of the car. “Why did you shoot my brother??!” the guy shouted. “What you want to die like your a**hole brother?” before I realized what I was doing I was walking over to him with my gun raised up. It was in his face and I was ready to pull the trigger. I just didn’t like the way that son of b***h spoke to me!

I looked in the backseat of the car and I saw what appeared to be a one year old who was balling his eyes out. “calm down ya sissy” i said to the young boy. I put the gun to the guys head and without giving it another thought I pulled the trigger. Now I spun around and looked at the child.  I couldn’t believer what I had just done. This child could be a potential witness. I could always raise the child to be my own. He could be just like me. That is what I would do! I grabbed the child, his new name would be Alexander, and I bounced him as we made our escape. This was the best solution. I would start a life for this child who would end up in foster care if not for me. The child was upset. “Dad was probably a moron anyways. Don’t you worry though Alexander, we’ll start a new life and you’ll be just like me.” I walked away from the crime scene. They would never even know I was there.


the glass mirror(a scary story)


while tucking his son into bed the young boy said “dad can you check under my bed to see if there is a monster?” being the good father he is, he quickly bent over, expecting to see nothing. he glanced and just as he opened his mouth his son, from under the bed, said “dad can you check on my bed to see if there is a monster?” he jumped up shocked, only to see something that looked like his son sitting in his sons bed. “get out of my sons bed” he said angrily. “aren’t you going to give me a goodnight kiss dad?” the monster said smiling and revealing its sharp teeth. his red eyes flashed. the father lunged towards the monster, only to fly backwards shattering the mirror into a million pieces, he fell to the ground on top of the glass shards.

months later the mother came into the young boys room to get his last box to put in the truck for the move, what with things being difficult since the father had passed on. as she walked by the wall she noticed the reflection of her husband and immediately turned to see nothing behind her. she picked up the last box and left the room closing the door. the son ran back in there and noticed his dads reflection too, confused he called out “mom why can i see daddy’s reflection when i don’t have a mirror anymore?”..


summers eve with Peggy d (an elegy)


summers eve bring summers sorrow

say goodbye until tomorrow

her sweet kisses linger on my cheek

goodbye grandma, my deportation is meek.

goodbye today, hello tomorrow

when she hugs me, away goes all the sorrow

summers morn

my heart torn

away from home she is sworn

pitying myself, i tried to call

but no one picked up-no one at all

death is sweet

death is kind

but death, couldn’t you have left her behind?

she was sweet she was kind. the best on earth.




and kind.

next time grandma you wont be left behind.

life in a nut shell



well only if you make it.

common sense?

that doesn’t really exist.

we just learn what our parents know

still alive?

count your blessings every-time you take a breath

till death, there’s life.

but, if you’re alive then you’re cursed.

but how?

a great question.

there is no answer.

life is hard.


but people are envious.

why them..

the ones we love?

why do they go when other people are completely

unsatisfied with breathing the breath we wished our loved one had.

I’ve got these questions.

always running through my head.

there’s so many things that i would like to understand:

if we are born to die

and we all die to live;

then what’s the point of living life if it just contradicts?

that…is life in a nut shell

because life is a list of questions that are never answered,

full of so much confusion that we cant bear it

it’s full of lost and despair

but most of all; life is great.




Love of my life ( a poem about my happy place)


the sound of a child sleeping.

the creaking of the screen door

the one i call mine beside me forever more 

the blissful silence.




the giggling of a baby girl 

the sincere laughing of my own 

the smile that lights up her face everyday as soon as i come home.

the beautiful silence





the smell of baby powder 

the kicking of her little legs

that beautiful smile brightens my entire day

the happiness of love




all mine, this is