I loved him so much. Love him so much. I don’t know why I use the past tense. It’s not as if love dies with the beloved.

I loved the man and do honor his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any.

I love him dearly. On issues of economics and … family values, there's nobody that I know that's stronger.

And yet I love him. I love him so much and so dearly, that when I sometimes think my life may be but a weary one, I am proud of it and glad of it. I am proud and glad to suffer something for him, even though it is of no service to him, and he will never know of it or care for it.

And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love.

"You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact.
"I do," I say. Also a fact.

So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.

I love him who seeks to create over and beyond himself and thus perishes.

Wie lieb ich diesen edlen Mann Mehr als ich mit Worten sagen kann. Doch fürcht' ich, dass er bleibt allein Mit seinem strahlenen Heiligenschein. (How much do I love that noble man More than I could tell with words I fear though he'll remain alone With a holy halo of his own.)

I loved him too much not to hate him at all!

Putin is a great leader for his country and the people love him.

His pictures [of Nolde, which Jawlensky met in 1912] remind me of my own in the strength of their expression. I have a passionate love for Nolde and his art.

I adore the concept of being in love with one guy and spending the rest of my life with him.

I could not adopt him so I married him. You know how wonderful he is, like all Russians. He starts reciting verse at two o'clock in the morning.