Quotes About Love

In-laws were often used as plot devices to drive a happy couple apart, to destroy marital love and trust.

The true marriage movie involving in-laws and children is a story about how marriage is directly affected by external characters who impact the central relationship in various ways.

Marriage," said Eddie Cantor, long wed to his Ida and the parent of five daughters, "is not a word. It's a sentence.

For all her love of words, at times they're entirely insufficient.

What love had been there was already slipping away. She could still sense it like a ghost in the room, vague and inanimate, but she could no longer feel it. Her affection had gone, leached out, like blood from a cadaver. When he squeezed her fingers, she caught the scent of formaldehyde. When he hooked his sad gaze into hers, she saw the glass of his lenses, spattered with blood.

Luca even hears Abuela lightly scolding them all, not because she actually disapproves, Luca realizes, but because a casual reprimand is Abuela's way of participating, and that is the thing, really,

Padre nuestro, bless these children with your love and grace. Protect them from any further harm, God, and provide them with comfort in their time of unspeakable grief. May Jesus walk the road with them and repair their broken hearts. May Mother Mary sweep all dangers from their road ahead and lead them safely where they're going. Padre nuestro, these two faithful servants have shouldered more than their share of life's burdens already. Please, God, may you see fit to relieve them

she would staple him to her, sew him into her skin, affix her body permanently to his now, if she could. She'd grow her hair into his scalp, would become his conjoined twin-mother. She would forgo a private thought in her head for the rest of her life, if she could keep him safe.

Paola is a stranger, but her hands on Lydia's back are the hands of God. They are Sebastián's and Yemi's and Yénifer's. They are her mother's hands.

It was one of the reasons she'd fallen in love with him; he didn't press her on personal matters, he was seldom jealous, and he had no interest in annexing or directing her friendships with other men.

For mothers, the question is immaterial anyway. Her survival is a matter of instinct rather than desire.

Hermana Cecilia's voice is the most soothing sound Luca has ever heard, a peaceful, uninflected hum of determined protection, so that no matter what words she says, the words Luca hears are You are safe here, you are safe here, you are safe.

That love is so vast I sometimes fear it," he said. "I can never hope to earn it, so I fear it will disappear, it will consume me. And at the same time, it's the only good thing I've ever done in my life.

Everything about him changed when he talked about her—his voice, his face, his manner. His love for her was so earnest that he handled even the subject of her with tremendous care. Her name was like a fine glass bauble he was afraid of dropping.

If we get married, you choose me. I hope you'll continue to choose me every day.

He's like a small, human bellows, and she a fire that's dimmed to embers.

Es mi cielo, mi luna, y todas mis estrellas. My sky, my moon, and all my stars.

So we're leaving today, Papi. We are already gone. And you must be very careful and look after yourself, please. We are taking you with us in our hearts, and we will call you when we get to el norte, Papi. And we'll send for you when we have jobs, and you can come to us, and you can bring Mami and Abuela, too, and we will all be together again as it is meant to be.

She wonders if he feels anything now, or if he's shut it all down, if Marta's death was too much for him, so he found a loophole, a way to opt out of humanity. She is stronger than he is; she feels every molecule of her loss and she endures it. She is not diluted, but amplified. Her love for Luca is bigger, louder. Lydia is vivid with life.

Era la sed y el hambre, y tú fuiste la fruta. Era el duelo y las ruinas, y tú fuiste el milagro. —Pablo Neruda, "La canción desesperada

Amor en los tiempos del cólera, first in Spanish, then again in English. No one can take this from her. This book is hers alone.

Pero no te preocupes, mi reina del alma—tu sufrimiento será breve.

Es mi cielo, mi luna, y todas mis estrellas.

beauty begets empathy