It's not that you should never love something so much it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.

Love and closeness often bring a sense of loss of control.

Love is too strong, too intense, for what I feel. For what I am allowed to feel.

But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.

To love is to lose control.

I think you can love a person too much.

You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other.

I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn't keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.

I am full of love and that is why I think I've been the most unlucky in relationships because I love too much. When I love someone, I love them. Unless you really hurt me to the core, it doesn't take many years for me to just forgive you and just get back. I was born a loving person,

When you love someone so deeply they become your life,
it's easy to succumb to overwhelming fears inside,
blindly I imagined I could keep you under glass,
now I understand to hold you I must open my hands, and watch you rise.

Love is about control and loss of control. In love, we give ourselves up to each other. We lose control or, rather, we cede control to another, trusting in a way we would never otherwise trust, letting the other person hold the deepest part of our being in their hands, with the capacity to hurt it mortally. This cession of control is a deeply terrifying thing, which is why we crave it and are drawn to it like moths to the flame, and why we have to trust it unconditionally. In love, so many hazardous uncertainties in life are resolved: the constant negotiation with other souls, the fear and distrust that lie behind almost every interaction, the petty loneliness that we learned to live with as soon as we grew apart from our mother’s breast. We lose all this in the arms of another. We come home at last to a primal security, made manifest by each other’s nakedness…

And with that loss of control comes mutual power, the power to calm, the power to redeem, and the power to hurt.

If I write something, I fear it will happen, and if I love too much, I fear I will lose that person; nevertheless, I cannot stop writing or loving...

Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

When we are in love, our love is too big a thing for us to be able altogether to contain it within ourselves. It radiates towards the loved one, finds there a surface which arrests it, forcing it to return to its starting-point, and it is this repercussion of our own feeling which we call the other's feelings and which charms us more then than on its outward journey because we do not recognise it as having originated in ourselves.