Quotes About Love

She had to defend the people she loved the best.

Was she in love? Rosalind had asked herself that many times in the last few weeks. Anna's mother said you're in love when you feel like you've been hit by a truck. Rosalind felt bad enough for a motorcycle, maybe, but not a truck.

And then last autumn his heart had stopped working properly. The veterinarian said that they just had to care for him and love him, and Batty had loved him, and loved him, and loved him, but it hadn't been enough. No one in her family had ever said that Hound's dying was her fault, but she knew the truth. She hadn't been able to keep him with her, to stop him from leaving her behind.

She sat down again. "Oh, Dominic, love has no measure." "What?" "I mean, yes, please kiss me.

He leaned down and bravely kissed her on the cheek. "Don't forget. You're waiting for me until we're both thirteen." She just as bravely kissed him back. "I won't forget.

Jeffrey, Jeffrey, I'm so happy to be with you at last," said Skye. "Thank you." Jeffrey turned away to hide his sorrow. "But what is this? Aren't you glad to see me?" "Of course I am, dear Skye." He turned back to her, his face ablaze with honesty. "But it is your beautiful and talented sister, Jane, whom I prefer.

Jane breaking Jérôme's heart

fret over Batty,

Tooth, I guess.

Jeanne Birdsall

Lina loved her little sister so much that it was like an ache under her ribs.

Your family are the people who pester you until you do the right thing.

I love you. Witchy, itchy, or otherwise.

Stowne leaned in to kiss her, their mouth warm, soft as fine sand and still smiling.

To deal is to sacrifice. To deal well is to be Hunter. To deal at whatver cost, for what your heart most desires is to love.

Stowne loves you to the point of obsession, just like Dane. They don't want anything to harm you and are willing to lie, even to you, to keep you what they consider safe. Your being here is tearing Stowne up inside, and Dane dreads the idea of of you leaving.

He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely give us all things?" (Romans 8:32).

My heart is yours, Cesare. And we are both damned for it.

To love someone," she said. "I can tell from your face that you love this man, and you loved your husband, too. What is it like?" "It is . . . wonderful," I replied. "It gives me a reason to wake up every morning. When he is happy, I am happy; when he is sad, I want only to cheer him. It is the best thing in life; nothing else comes close to it.

How could you ever have loved a man so cruel?' Trusia lifted her chin at that, and regarded me intensely; her voice held a trace of indignance, and I understood that the depth of her love for my father transcended all else. 'You speak as though I had a choice,' she said.

Adoration brings out the worst in some men.

Love isn't really about what we think of the other person, but how we feel about ourselves when we are with that person.

Love was love, but art was art and though he mixed the two a little, he never confused them.

That love was God's love. Where do you think love comes from? It comes from God, and it comes through other people." I think about this. Usually I walk around thinking of love as a kind of gravity. Just one of those laws of nature, a force that has its way with you. I don't tend to wonder where the law might have come from.