Charles Baudelaire Love Quotations

In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.

What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.

The man who is unable to people his solitude is equally unable to be alone in a bustling crowd. The poet enjoys the incomparable privilege of being able to be himself or some one else, as he chooses. [...] The solitary and thoughtful stroller finds a singular intoxication in this universal communion. [...] What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire...to the unexpected as it comes along, the stranger as he passes.

What I say is that the supreme and singular joy of making love resides in the certainty of doing evil.

Beware of all the paradoxical in love. It is simplicity which saves, it is simplicity which brings happiness...Love should be love.

The act of love strongly resembles torture or surgery.

I love the clouds... the clouds that pass by... over there... over there... those lovely clouds!

What is love? The need of coming out of one's self.

Unable to do away with love, the Church found a way to decontaminate it by creating marriage.

Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!

Love is the natural occupation of the man of leisure.

What is irritating about love is that it is a crime that requires an accomplice.

The lover of life makes the whole world into his family, just as the lover of the fair sex creates his from all the lovely women he has found, from those that could be found, and those who are impossible to find.