I love you, Lilli. So much I’m dizzy with it.

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

— Charles Bukowski

Even the best critical writing on Emily Dickinson underestimates her. She is frightening. To come to her directly from Dante, Spenser, Blake, and Baudelaire…

— Camille Paglia

Though she hated to stop kissing, Luce held Daniel's warm face in her hands. She gazed into his violet eyes, trying to draw strength.…

— Lauren Kate

“Love can be a natural endowment, a present, or a gift. If it is not just a donation, it can be a divine talent.…

— Erik Pevernagie

Dizzy used to tell me that I am playing too hard. He used to say to not give everything. Miles used to tell me…

— Freddie Hubbard

The years between thirty-five and sixty-five revolve before the passive mind as one unexplained, confusing merry-go-round. True, they are a merry-go-round of ill-gaited and…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Since the time of the Founding Fathers, and since they added the Second Amendment to the Constitution, our guns have developed at a rate…

— Emma Gonzalez

The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted brights. [Ger., Das sterbliche Geschlecht ist viel zu schwach In ungewohnter…

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Dizzy used to tell me I'm playing too hard. He'd say to not give everything. Miles told me that too.

— Freddie Hubbard

It is a law of governance that democracies have to spend themselves dizzy. Citizens of democracies can, after all, tell their government to give…

— P. J. O'Rourke

I'm so in love, every time I look at you my soul gets dizzy.

— Jesse Tyler Ferguson

“We had nothing to say to one another, and while I was manufacturing my phrases I felt that earth was falling through space and…

— Emil Cioran

The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops…

— Francesca Lia Block

“Indeed, I am dizzy with happiness to be standing near to one who accepts me so completely.”

— Rachel Urquhart

Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in its feathered…

— Ellen Hopkins