#love

The saints were his friends, and blessed him; the monsters were his friends, and guarded him. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#loneliness #friendship

I grabbed my book and opened it up. I wanted to smell it. Heck, I wanted to kiss it. Yes, kiss it. That's right, I am a book kisser. Maybe that's kind of perverted or maybe it's just romantic and highly intelligent. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#book #book-lovers #intelligent #kissing-and-books #romantic

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence ↗

— H.L. Mencken

#love #imagination

Looking at them now, thought Jim, you'd never believe they weren't in love with each other, and not with a hopeless, doomed obsession like poor Isabel Meredith. This was what love ought to be like: playful and passionate and teasing, and dangerous, too, with sharp intelligence in it. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#intelligence

I came to realize that I was always looking for myself in the women I loved. I looked at their lovely, clean faces, and saw myself reflected in them. They, on the other hand, looked at me and saw the dirt on my face and, however intelligent and self confident they were, they ended up seeing themselves reflected in me and thinking that they were worse than they were. Please don't let that happen to you. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#intelligence

I've never really had any luck with women in my life. Well, at first I was fairly lucky. Then all of a sudden, they all thought they had to get married for some reason. And not to me. It's especially strange, because I almost always fell in love with the very smart girls. Even that didn't help matters. I don't see how any intelligent person could seriously want to get married. ↗

— Max Frei

#marriage #intelligence

Infatuated, half through conceit, half through love of my art, I achieve the impossible working as no one else ever works. ↗

— Alexandre Dumas

#art #conceit #else #ever #half

No matter how strong our resolve, we eventually find ourselves enslaved by the compulsive preference for one particular woman. You’ve been caught, my friend. You may as well reconcile yourself to it.” Nick did not bother trying to deny it. “I was going to be so much smarter than you,” he muttered. Sir Ross grinned. “I prefer to think that intelligence has nothing to do with it. For if a man’s intellect is measured by his ability to remain untouched by love, I would be the greatest idiot alive. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#nick-gentry #romance #sir-cannon #intelligence

True genius without heart is a thing of nought - for not great understanding alone, not intelligence alone, nor both together, make genius. Love! Love! Love! that is the soul of genius. ↗

— Nikolaus Joseph von Jacquin

#heart #love #intelligence

I love improvisation. ↗

— Nora Dunn

#i love #improvisation #love