Quotes by Chloe Thurlow

Love enters us like a vague ailment. Your head spins. Your underarms tingle. Love hurts and love has consequences: marriage, babies, separation, longing, human complications.

Love and being in love are not the same thing. The woman takes the man she loves into her body and absorbs his oils and essence. A part of him enters her and becomes a part of her.

What is love? Imagine a helium balloon tied down and then you cut the ropes on a windy day. That is love.

I understood how strangers met and fell into bed, not how they met and fell in love. I wasnt sure what falling in love meant. The very notion seemed so corny, so arbitrary, so fragile.

I had avoided writing about love. I had never sensed that rush and buzz that comes with love, the release into the brain of body chemicals, pheromones and dopamine - the taste of love to which I was becoming addicted, his spearminty tongue when we kissed, his male sweat, the outdoor vanilla tang of his semen.

Love is a noun as well as a verb, a treacherous construct.

Is this love? The light looks different. Actually the shade looks different. I feel different. Everything is just so different I dont know where to begin...

I was besieged by a yearning, a craving, a burning desire. My heart had opened like one of those mysterious flowers that only bloom at night.

When it happens it happens instantly. Its like diving into a pool of warm silky water, like flying through the air on invisible wings, like shedding an old skin and growing a new one. When you fall in love the spirals of your DNA unwind and rewind in the opposite direction. What was black becomes white.

The way the leaves on the trees tremble in the passing air is the way love reaches you, from all directions at once, mysterious, overwhelming, indescribable. To be in love is to find something you didnt know was missing.

I was always in love with love and now I am in love. In love, everything looks different. Everything tastes different. It is as if you have been reborn, transformed, become another person whom you dont completely recognise.

The moment he left the warm sheets and the door clicked shut, I had that feeling you get when you are lost in a strange town at night. I curled into the chair where he had watched me undress and tears wet my cheeks. Then I dried my eyes, I looked in the mirror, and I said these two words. Never again.

In our own way, in your own way, we are all of us a masterpiece. Everyone is unique.

We are flowers in the field seeking our individuality. We may seem similar but we are all unique, without exception. Everyone is special.

If life is what you make it, the building blocks are your desire and your passion.

Innocence isnt something we lose, but realise we dont need.

From a book you can learn the theory but it takes practise to learn how to live life.

To listen to criticism and act on it if it is valid and ignore it if it is not is a sign of intelligence.

I had come to the conclusion that everyone took sex far too seriously. I mean, its only sex.

The only prophecy the artist can make with confidence is that he and his message will be misunderstood by a world that values all the wrong things.