Endless Love Quotes

“The only things I regret, and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. The people we didn't touch.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it's true. It's too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too young to handle it.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“I knew from the start that I loved her and knew, as well, that I would never fall back from that love, never try, never want to.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“Love gives us a heightened consciousness through which to apprehend the world, but anger gives us a precise, detached perception of its own.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“You're all I care about," I said. "No. And me. The person I am when I'm with you, the way I see myself and know myself. That person who lives only when I'm with you.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“I don’t want to say it, I truly don’t, but if you’ve gone this far I suppose it’s obvious that what was ignited when I loved you continues to burn. But that’s of small importance to you now, and that’s how it should be. Everything is in its place. The past rests, breathing faintly in the darkness. It no longer holds me as it used to; now I must reach back to touch it. It is night and I am alone and there is still time, a moment more. I am standing on a long black stage, with a circle of light on me, which is my love for you, enduring. I have escaped—or have been expelled—from eternity and am back in time. But I step out once more to sing this aria, this confession, this testament without end. My arms open wide, not to embrace you but to embrace the world, the mystery we are caught in. There is no orchestra, no audience; it is an empty theater in the middle of the night and all the clocks in the world are ticking. And now for this last time, Jade, I don’t mind, or even ask if it is madness: I see your face, I see you, you; I see you in every seat.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“It was only vanity and discouragement that sometimes made me feel alone with my endless love, but now that I was taking one of the risks my heart had urged upon me I could also feel I was not alone. If endless love was a dream, then it was a dream we all shared, even more than we all shared the dream of never dying or of traveling through time, and if anything set me apart it was not my impulses but my stubbornness, my willingness to take the dream past what had been agreed upon as the reasonable limits, to declare that this dream was not a feverish trick of the mind but was an actuality at least as real as that other, thinner, more unhappy illusion we call normal life. After all, the intimations of endless love were the same now as they were thousands of years before, while normal life had changed a thousand times and in a thousand different ways. Which then, was more real?”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“I made it clear to the world that what Jade and I had found in each other was more real than any other world, more real than time, more real than death, more real, even, than she and I.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“Like you and me," said Jade. "How we used to be."

"What do you mean? Crazy?"

"Living on our own world. Believing what we felt was separate from everything else. We couldn't do anything except be together and nothing else was real."

"That's right."

"Well, that's crazy. And you just said it was, even you."

"No, " I said, "not when we both believe it. Crazy people are alone and no one understands what they mean. But that's not our way. We both know and it makes complete sense. It's not when you make it true by living it. And other people believe it, too, remember. Believe it about us. Everyone who knows us, sees us together. We have that effect.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“If endless love was a dream, then it was a dream we all shared, even more that we all shared the dream of never dying or traveling through time, and if anything set me apart it was not my impulses but my stubbornness, my willingness to take the dream past what had been agreed upon as the reasonable limits, to declare that this dream was not a feverish trick of the mind but was an actuality at least as real as that other, thinner more unhappy illusion we call normal life.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“It was the first time I had heard the truth of what happened that afternoon said in a voice that was not my own. Hearing what happened from Ann was like the difference between seeing your face in a mirror and seeing it in a photograph.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“I never think of the life I'll miss after I'm dead, or all that I missed before I was born. It's the time I'm as good as dead during this, my one and only life, that makes me tear at my hair. It seems to me that if I carefully gathered all of the time I was entirely alive I would have amassed perhaps two years of life so far...”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“I wanted to tell you that the man who is your father, the man who gave you life, has found a woman who is in heaven when she's in his arms.”
― scott spencer, Endless Love

“From the time I learned to love Jade and was drawn into the life of the Butterfield house, straight through to the wait for my case to come before the judge, there was nothing in my life that wasn't alive with meaning, that wasn't capable of suggesting weird and hidden significances, that didn't carry with it the undertaste of what for lack of anything better to call it I’ll call The Infinite. If being in love is to be suddenly united with the most unruly, the most outrageously alive part of yourself, this state of piercing consciousness did not subside in me, as I've learned it does in others, after a time. If my mind could have made a sound, it would have burst a row of wineglasses. I saw coincidences everywhere; meanings darted and danced like overheated molecules. Everything was terrifyingly complex; everything was terrifyingly simple. Nothing went unnoticed and everything carried with it a kind of drama.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“I'm speaking to you man to man," he said, "not doctor to patient. How much longer can you continue denying yourself? You can't live without warmth." "Warmth?" I said, sending him a 'shut up' message. "Yes. Sexual expression. David, you don't even masturbate." We were silent for at least a minute. My intrigues huddled within me like guerilla warriors, hiding behind other thoughts. Finally, I thought of something to say: "If we're going to talk man to man and not doctor to patient, then I don't think you should charge me for this hour.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“If my mind could have made a sound, it would have burst a row of wineglasses.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“Spero che questo mio scritto ti trovi bene. Non c’è bisogno che tu ne legga una sola parola. Non voglio turbare tuo marito, né crearti imbarazzo, o rammentarti cose che hai deciso sia meglio dimenticare. Sono giunto alla fine, dopo tanto. Non dell’amore. Ma delle mie possibilità di aggiungere anche una sola parola. Non ho più bisogni. La mia vita sta acquisendo forma. Vivo con una donna e chissà, forse un giorno ci sposeremo anche se ne dubito. Tra l’altro dipinge anche lei. Persino meglio di quanto facevi tu. Insegna in un’università ed è di un paio di centimetri più alta di me. Non starò a dirti dove abito; mi sembra molto più opportuno che tu non lo sappia. Non voglio dirlo, davvero non voglio, ma se sei arrivata fin qui suppongo ti sia evidente come ciò che mi si accese quando ti amavo bruci tuttora. Ma ormai per te è poco importante, ed è giusto così. Ogni cosa è al suo posto. Il passato riposa respirando lieve nell’oscurità. Non mi trattiene più come faceva; sono io ora che debbo protendermi indietro per poterlo toccare. È notte e sono solo e c’è ancora tempo, ancora un momento. Sono ritto su un lungo, nero proscenio con addosso un cerchio di luce, ed è il mio amore per te che permane. Sono fuggito – o ne sono stato espulso – dall’eternità, sono tornato nel tempo. Ma una volta ancora ne esco per cantare quest’aria, questa confessione, questo testamento senza fine. Le braccia mi si aprono, non per accogliere te bensì il mondo, il mistero che ci irretisce. Non c’è orchestra, né pubblico; c’è un teatro vuoto nel mezzo della notte e tutti gli orologi del mondo stanno scandendo. E adesso per l’ultima volta, Jade, non m’importa né domando se sia pazzia: io vedo il tuo volto, ti vedo, ti vedo, in ogni posto ti vedo.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“Charity is for the ruling class,”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love

“You know what it is? All of us have two minds, a private one, which is usually strange, I guess, and symbolic, and a public one, a social one. Most of us stream back and forth between those two minds, drifting around in our private self and then coming forward into the public self whenever we need to. But sometimes you get a little slow making the transition, you drag out the private part of your life and people know you’re doing it. They almost always catch on, knowing that someone is standing before them thinking about things that can’t be shared, like the one monkey that knows where a freshwater pond is. And sometimes the public mind is such a total bummer and the private self is alive with beauty and danger and secrets and things that don’t make any sense but that repeat and repeat and demand to be listened to, and you find it harder and harder to come forward. The pathway between those two states of mind suddenly seems very steep, a hell of a lot of work and not really worth it. Then I think it becomes a matter of what side of the great divide you get caught on. Some people get stuck on the public, approved side and they’re all right, for what it’s worth. And some people get stuck on the completely strange and private side of the divide, and that’s what we call crazy and its not really completely wrong to call it that but it doesn’t say it as it truly is. It’s more like a lack of mobility, a transportation problem, getting stuck, being the us we are in private but not stopping, like those kids you’d know who would continue to curse and point and say the secret things even in school or in front of your parents. They wouldn’t know when to stop; they wouldn’t be the way people wanted them to be. And the thing that made it so terrible for us is that they’d be getting knocked out for doing things that we ourselves did—but we knew when not to do them, we could actually pretend we never ever did that kind of thing, and when it came down to the sticking point, we’d kick them in the ass just as hard as anyone else.”
― Scott Spencer, Endless Love