Klaus Love Quotes

Why me?" she asked, holding on to him. "Because you cared," he whispered. "You cared so much for your people, it broke your heart to see the pack in ruins. You cared so much for your mother, you risked your life for hers. You cared enough to save someone who wanted you dead. And because you walk like a queen.

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.

I want to lay my kill at your feet.

Believe this," he whispered, and kissed her with the sharp, sleek kiss, the silver kiss, so swift and true, and razor sharp, and her warmth was flowing into him.

I hate it too,” Violet said, and Klaus looked at his older sister with relief. Sometimes, just saying that you hate something, and having someone agree with you, can make you feel better about a terrible situation.

We were innocent once. This bloodlust was forced upon us by our parents, turning us from prey to predator. We are the demons lurking in the shadow, We are the savage villains in fairy tales told to children. But not for my child. Not for Hope. In her story, we are the knights in shining armour. Without you by my side, I don't think I can survive my own love for my daughter. I need you. I need you, brother. The monster in me can only be checked by the monster in you. Only together can we defeat our demons and save our family.

Gabriel pulled her over his body to lie on the bed beside him. His kisses pressed her down into the oblivion of the mattress as her hands explored his chest, his shoulders, his face. "I want to lay my kill at your feet," he said, more growl than words, and held her tight by her hair as he marked her neck with his teeth. She writhed against him. She wanted to bite him, she wanted to rip the flesh from his back, but most terrible of all, she didn't want him to stop. Her back arched, her body shattered, she howled.

"He's your first love. I intend to be your last, however long it takes."

When you read as many books as Klaus Baudelaire, you are going to learn a great deal of information that might not become useful for a long time. You might read a book that would teach you all about the exploration of outer space, even if you do not become an astronaut until you are eighty years old. You might read a book about how to preform tricks on ice skates, and then not be forced to preform these tricks for a few weeks. You might read a book on how to have a successful marriage, when the only women you will ever love has married someone else and then perished one terrible afternoon.

From all the poems written on the subject of unrequited love, there are so few on the pain of being the object of that affection. The truth is..it's not love on which the strongest foundations are built. It's the decency of merciful lies.

I never answered your question, if I’d ever thought about being human. Once. I was on a track in the andes, and a hummingbird flew up to me and just hovered there staring at me. Its tiny heart was pattering like a machine gun… And I thought, ‘what a thing, you know, to have to work that hard every day just to stay alive, to be constantly on the verge of death, and how satisfying every day must be that it survived…’ And that was the only time I thought about being human.

No, Klaus, it isn't a game. I am determined to change. I do love him. It should be enough. Besides, they always win. There must be something to their philosophy. --Lucrezia Mongfish:

When a boy's first romantic interlude is with Pheobe the Dog-Faced Girl, he feels a need to get out into the world and find a new life.

Being listened to feels so much like being loved that people can scarcely tell the difference.

Hay que ser tan viejo como la Creación, y al mismo tiempo tan joven como si aún no se hubiera nacido... Hay que entregarse, abandonarse. Hay que perderse y volverse a encontrar. Las llamas del alma no deben apagarse nunca. ¡Hay que arder sin cesar, hay que quemarse y apagarse y volverse a encender!

Do not be so ridiculous, I can more easily find you someone else.” Gripping the bars of his prison so strongly that the bones of his knuckles showed prominently through his pale skin, the monster growled again, “I will have no other.” Nearing the end of his patience, Klaus demanded, “Why? Why are you being so impossible?” Turning to the diminutive creature beneath the blanket, he smiled nastily, his light red eyes gleaming, “Because he wants her.

Well I want something to do, to create, to achieve, to whatever.... Something I can’t get enough of. You know something that I can't wait to get up in the morning to do something I can't get enough of, something that brings me joy and makes my heart sing. It could be anything, could be more than one thing but something that grabs me. Even a job, if it grabs me so that I could hardly wait to get there. Something that makes me feel good, allows me to be me, gives me freedom to grow and expand, something that grasps my heart, my joy, my excitement and leads me down the path to more joyful things, exciting challenges and challenging things. Barely stopping to take a breath I continued. Need a new journey a new destination, I want to grow to be or become, tread a new path, see what I haven't seen be what I haven't been ask what I haven't asked dare to what I haven't dared to . . . I don't even think it is so much a physical thing or mental it's just sort of un-learning some of what I learned It’s being happy, while I am happy but I want something to do that creates even more. (..) Doing it for the joy of doing it not for any other reason; also I want it from and un-edited creativity free flowing something… I have some things that seem very interesting and somehow just don’t feel right almost like I’m taking the wrong path and yet there are other things that I could be doing like writing but it seems that it does not feel good to sit and write but yet some part of me seems to love it and something in me hates it sort of like it could be the thing for me to do and yet it might not be.

Klaus: Oh, come on. Take a chance, Caroline. Talk to me. Come on, get to know me. I dare you. Caroline: Fine. So, what do you wanna talk about? Klaus: I wanna talk about you. (Caroline scoffs) Your hopes, your dreams. Everything you want in life. Caroline: (laughs) Just to be clear, I'm too smart to be seduced by you. Klaus: Well, that's why I like you!

M. Larue almost fell upon the neck of Höfgen, so delighted was he to see him again. "Oh, oh, mon très cher ami! Enchanté - charmed to see you again." There was a shaking of hands and cordial laughter. Wasn't it a pleasure for M. Larue to live in the new Germany? Wasn't his new love in his well-fitting SS uniform much prettier than any of those dirty Communist youths in days gone by? Bonsoir, mon cher, I am utterly delighted - long live the Führer. That very evening, Larue insisted, he would send a report to Paris saying how happy and peace-loving everyone was in Berlin. No one has any wicked, aggressive thoughts.

This Satan who ruled over the lush dreams of the female sex.

He's your first love. I intend to be your last, however long it takes.

I know every part of myself now, Klaus. Mortal enemies or no, there is no part of me that does not love you.

his arms to me. “Come here, then, and we can cuddle.” One evening we went to Disneyland with Hilary, Harry Nilsson and his girlfriend Una, and Klaus Voormann and his new girlfriend Cynthia. Ringo held my hand the whole time. Back at the beach house, Ringo told me we’d better have another talk. “That last one isn’t working,” he said, putting his arms around me as I snuggled closer. On Easter morning we turned on the television to watch Easter Parade, and he got such a kick out of the word “rotogravure” that he kept repeating it over and over again, as if the word had texture and he liked the feel of it on his tongue. “Rotogravure,” he said, smiling

Es wäre natürlich ganz und gar verfehlt, das aufzuschreiben, worüber Margot und ich halbe Tage und Nächte lang reden, so intensiv und ehrlich von beiden Seiten, dass man sich fast um Kopf und Kragen redet. (Brief an Klaus Mann, 23. Juli 1940)

It's not love on which the strongest foundations are built. It's the decency of merciful lies.

Когда дети в спокойной обстановке разговаривают о своей жизни, идет важный процесс, в ходе которого они пытаются хоть на некоторое время увидеть мир глазами другого человека. При этом мы можем донести до детей также и мысль о том, что в жизни есть множество различных способов выражения любви. Некоторые люди всю свою жизнь проводят в поисках только одного, определенного проявления любви и нигде не находят его, в то время как окружающие проявляют свою любовь к ним всеми возможными способами, кроме искомого. Поскольку все люди жаждут любви, умение видеть ее различные проявления — важная составляющая искусства быть счастливыми.