Buffy Love Quotes

Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.

Wherever I was, I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time didn't mean anything, nothing had form but I was still me, you know? And I was warm and I was loved and I was finished. Complete. I don't understand about theology or dimensions, or any of it, really but I think I was in heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out by my friends. Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch this is hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that knowing what I've lost...

You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other until it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood -- blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.

There's an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that I've been thinking about a lot while writing this essay. In it, Buffy sacrifices her own life to save her sister, and right before she does, she tells her sister that the hardest thing to do in the world is to live - ironic words coming from someone about to kill herself for the greater good. As I'm writing this, I just keep thinking that Katniss never gets to sacrifice herself. She doesn't get the heroic death. She survives - and that leaves her doing the hardest thing in the world: living in it once so many of the ones she loves are gone.

Katniss isn't the kind of hero we're used to seeing in fiction. She reacts more than she acts, she doesn't want to be a leader, and by the end of Mockingjay, she hasn't come into her own or risen like a phoenix from the ashes for some triumphant moment that gives us a sense of satisfaction with how far our protagonist has come. She's not a Buffy. She's not a Bella. She limps across the finish line when we're used to seeing heroes racing; she eases into a quiet, steady love instead of falling fast and hard.

Do you love me? What? Do you? I love you. I don't know if I trust you. Maybe you shouldn't do either. Maybe I'm the one who should decide!

How very scared I was of everything, and in the end how very scared I was of her. This woman I knew, and did not know, and loved.

At what point in life should we stop searching for a better one?

Redemption becomes possible when we strive to find selflessness, conscience, and a capacity to love within ourselves where before there was none.

Is it better to have something perfect that doesn't fit or something imperfect that fits?

The 'medium' is unaware of its attractiveness, that's all. Everyone loves comics. I've proven this to my own satisfaction by handing them out to acountants, insurance brokers, hairdressers, mothers of children, black belts, pop stars, taxi drivers, painters, lesbians, doctors etc. etc. The X-Files, Buffy, the Matrix, X-Men - mainstream culture is not what it once was when science fiction and comics fans huddled in cellars like Gnostic Christians dodging the Romans. We should come up into the light soon before we suffocate.

The mythology warped and twisted back along itself until Buffy Summers, the girl who once railed against the unfairness of being Chosen, looked at a squadron of girls who were just like she'd been and took away their right to Choose.

Is Buffy the Vampire Slayer her personal savior? Because that would bum you out? The slaying part would, yeah. Not the Joss part. We all love Joss.

Wanna know what a bullet feels like, Warren? A real one? It’s not like in the comics…I think you need to. Feel it…It’s not going to make a neat little hole. First - it’ll obliterate your internal organs. Your lung will collapse, feels like drowning…When it finally hits your spine, it’ll blow your central nervous system-…I’m talking. The pain will be unbearable, but you won’t be able to move… A bullet usually travels faster than this, of course. But the dying? It seems like it takes forever. Something, isn’t it? One tiny piece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out… It took her light away. From me. From the world… And now the one person who should be here is gone - and a waste like you gets to live. A tiny piece of metal. Can you feel it now?

There's another way out there, and no matter what, I'm going to find it. If I'm Slayer, my choice is to use everything I've been given to protect those I love and to protect those I'll never even know.

That's what friends are for. The people who aren't in your life 'cause they're related, or hot for you. They just love you.

I'm in love with writing, but sometimes I swear it hates me.

How come she couldn't have a nice supernatural life like the girls on Charmed or even Buffy? They all had friends. Even on Supernatural, the boys had each other. What did she have? Nothing, but one damed traitor after another.

He [Spike] has already demonstrated a capacity to love, already demonstrated a capacity to be selfless, and, possibly most importantly, has demonstrated that he has a conscience.

When your mom noticed me watching a Buffy rerun on the little TV on the doorman desk one slow night on the job, she admitted that watching Buffy was her shared solace with you after your dad left. She told me how you cry and cry for Buffy. You cry when Angel shows up to be Buffy's prom date even though they'd already recognized the futility of their true love and broken up. You cry when Buffy's mom is taken away by natural instead of supernatural causes. You cry when seasons six and seven really don't reflect the quality of seasons one through five except for the musical episode.

And more than anything, feel proud of yourself, because you didn’t let being other kill you. You’re still here, and one day maybe you’ll have a family of your own and you’ll love the holidays. Or maybe you’ll never like this time of year. Either way, you’ll still be here, living. Sometimes that’s the bravest thing of all. And if you don’t believe me, it’s a line in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and as I and I both know, that show is everything.

Joss was lonely kid who thought that if he could just crack the code, people would understand what an awesome person he was and love him for it. As Buffy executive producer and Angel cocreator David Greenwalt said, 'If JossWhedon had had one good day in high school, we wouldn't be here'.

He found Fraden, the department head, exactly how he hoped she’d be. They soon had a standing date to watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer every Tuesday night at her house. As

Sometimes the writing just comes and we're like, oh yeah. Gotta love when that happens.

I love Edit. He gives me tons of second chances to make things just right between us.

Throughout the relationship Spike has ignored Buffy's denials, even though it was fairly clean that Buffy's "no" didn't mean no and ambivalent scenes such as this paved the way for the "real" violence of the attempted rape...there are strong links between love, sex, and violence, and Spike uses romantic heterosexual love as a "defense" of sexualized violence.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not sayin' you don't love her. But love doesn't make us saints. You're gonna think of yourself first. We're flawed creatures, men. REAL love - when you strip out all the baggage - can make us better'n what we are. That's the gift and the curse. But you gotta LET it. End o'the day, if you love someone, you do what's best for 'em. Even if it's not what's best for you.

You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love 'til it kills you both. You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Real love isn't brains, children. It's blood. It's blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.

The beatings are further proof that Spike's "humiliation," the level to which he has sunk, and a physical sign of vulnerability. But they are also "sexy wounds" (as Buffy playing Robot-Buffy says in "Intervention"), since Spike's body is displayed to be looked at. Further, as with Angel and Dru, Spike and Buffy's relationship uses pain/violence as eroticism (when Spike tells Buddy "I love you," she responds "You're in love with pain" ["Smashed"]). Mulvey's association of voyeurism, sadism, and narrative is useful here.

«Il Signore non è mai tanto serio. Infatti, è piuttosto difficile dice che altro Egli sia oltre che infinito amore. E l'amore più puro è anche letizia, non ti pare? Perché non puoi amare nessuno, senza andare d'accordo con lui, giusto? E non puoi andare d'accordo di continuo con chicchessia, a meno che tu non possa anche ridere bonariamente di lui. E' vero o non è vero? E senza dubbio noi siamo dei buffi animaletti che si rivoltolano nella coppa della marmellata, e Dio deve amarci tanto più in quanto ridestiamo il Suo senso umoristico» «Non avevo mai pensato al Signore come a un umorista» disse padre Stone «Il creatore dell'ornitorinco, del cammello, dello struzzo e dell'uomo? Oh, ma andiamo!» Padre Peregrine scoppiò a ridere.

If you’re ready to lose someone you love, have you already lost them?

Sometimes I ask the kids mature questions, because I love to hear their answers. Children are little conduits of universal wisdom and they don’t even know it.

If perfect love doesn’t exist, why do we search for it and always know when it’s lost?

And I love Dolly Parton. Did you know Dolly Parton was actually an executive producer on Buffy?

Buffy sets down her weapon—a crossbow—walks to him, and offers him her neck, saying, "Go ahead." When he only looks at her, they reach an understanding: it's not as easy as it looks. Their relationship is deeper and more complex than that. When they meet again, agreeing that they must part, they tenderly kiss...the Slayer's cross-shaped brand searing the heart of Angel. Angel vanishes for three episodes, and when he returns, in "Out of Mind, Out of Sight," he is avoiding Buffy: Giles: "Is that why you're here? To see her?" Angel: (shakes his head): "I can't. It's...it's too hard for me to be around her." Giles: "A vampire in love with the Slayer. It's rather poetic, in a maudlin sort of way." In the first season's finale, "Prophecy Girl," the joy Buffy feels upon seeing Angel is wrenching...once she knows that he's discussing the fact that she will die in less than twenty-four hours. "You think I want anything to happen to you? You think I could stand it?" he asks her.

When Buffy finally grinds the Master’s bones into dust, she collapses into Angel’s arms, sobbing out her fear, her frustration, and her victory to the one she loves best. In the next episode, “Some Assembly Required,” they move on, becoming more of a twosome. Which includes quarreling: Buffy: “Are you jealous?” Angel: “Of Xander? Please, he’s just a kid.” Buffy: “Is it ’cause I danced with him?” Angel: “‘Danced with’ is a pretty loose term. ‘Mated with’ might be a little closer…” Buffy: “Don’t you think you’re being a little unfair? One little dance, which I only did to make you crazy, by the way; behold my success!” Angel: “I am not jealous!” Buffy: “Oh, you’re not jealous. What, vampires don’t get jealous?” Angel: “See? Whenever we fight, you always bring up the vampire thing.” Buffy: “I didn’t come here to fight.” —“SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED”

By the end of this episode, Angel can laugh at himself a little and make an admission: Buffy: “Love makes you do the wacky.” Angel: “What?” Buffy: “Crazy stuff.” Angel: “Oh. Crazy like a 241-year-old being jealous of a high school junior?” Buffy: “Are you fessing up?” Angel: “I thought about it. Maybe he bothers me a little.” Buffy: “I don’t love Xander.” Angel: “But he’s in your life. He gets to be there when I can’t. Take your classes, eat your food, hear your jokes and complaints. He gets to see you in the sunlight.” Buffy: “I don’t look that good in direct light.” Angel: “It’ll be morning soon.” Buffy: “I should probably go….I could walk you home.” —“SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED

Now their relationship has reached the apex of its growth: they have faced many dangers together; Buffy has discovered and accepted the terrible truths that lie behind her beloved’s face. She loves him completely…and she is pondering her next step…to love him utterly. She has accepted that death stares her in the face each night—her death, but perhaps Angel’s death—as she has a terrible dream, only to be reassured by his loving presence when she runs to him: Buffy: “…I like seeing you first thing in the morning—” Angel: “It’s bedtime for me.” Buffy: “Then I like seeing you at bedtime…I mean…you know what I mean. That I like seeing you. And the part at the end of the night where we say good-bye, it’s getting harder.” Angel: “Yeah, it is.” —“SURPRISE”