Literatures Great Works on Love, Sex & Marriage Name the author and the title

Your husband doesnt know youre writing this. Its quite easy to write it under his nose. Just as easy, perhaps, as sleeping with other people. But no one will ever know who you are, or what youve done, for youve always been seen as the good wife. Anonymous, The Bride Stripped Bare

In married life three is company and two none. Oscar Wilde The Importance of Being Earnest

...he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same... Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

But did thee feel the earth move? Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls

Literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having children. Life is the other way round. David Lodge, The British Museum is Falling Down

Omnia vincit Amor; et nos cedamus Amori Love conquers all; let us too give in to Love. Virgil, Eclogues

I can't wait until two o'clock God. That's when our dance starts. Do you think I'll get Philip Leroy for a partner? It's not so much that I like him as a person God, but as a boy he's very handsome. And I'd love to dance with him... just once or twice. Thank you God. Judy Blume Are you there God? Its Me Margaret

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Nights Dream

Had we but world enough and time This coyness , lady, were no crime. Andrew Marvell To His coy Mistress

Ill love you dear, Ill love you Till China and Africa meet And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street W. H. Auden As I walked out one evening

Love means not ever having to say youre sorry Erich Segal Love Story

Eh!, but thart nice, thart nice! he said, suddenly rubbing his face with a snuggling movement against her warm belly. D H Lawrence Lady Chatterleys Lover

As her arms went round his neck he lifted her up and carried her away into the shadows. Barbara Cartland, Passions in the Sand

Softly he brushed my cheek, then held my face between his marble hands. 'Be very still,' he whispered, as if I wasn't already frozen. Slowly, never moving his eyes from mine, he leaned toward me. Then abruptly, but very gently, he rested his cold cheek against the hollow at the base of my throat

Stephanie Meyer, Twilight

Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. Jane Austen Persuasion

Pandora! Pandora! Pandora! Sue Townsend The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole Aged 133/4