Quotes About Love

Funny how important those birds have become to her. But people need something to depend on. They need something to love.

what I felt in that embrace was the knowledge that she would never be able to raise me, not by herself.

MADDY FEELS HER MOTHER SOMETIMES AS A GLOW IN HER BRAIN, AS A KNOCK AT HER HEART, AS A WHISPER SHE CAN'T QUITE HEAR.

What is it that makes a family? Certainly, no document does, no legal pronouncement or accident of birth. No, real families come from choices we make about who we want to be bound to, and the ties to such families live in our heart. Thank you for inviting my father, who is not my real family, but to whom I am also tied.

offering of love against fear. I had done it myself, determinedly made cards for my mother thinking that she would then have

A friend of hers once described such acts of kindness as hold knots on life's climbing rope.

Elizabeth Berg

I don't think you've even begun to realize all there is for you to love. And I know you better than anyone, and here's what I know about you: You have so much love to give! But I feel like you're all the time digging in the tomato bin, saying 'Where are the apples?

If you get a cat because you just loooove cats, you're going to have plenty of days when you hate it because it's acting like a cat.

There is an algorithm for the way humans were designed: love and be loved. Follow it and you're happy. Fight against it and you're not. It's so simple, it's hard to understand.

She walks away, and Arthur stares at the headstone. "Isn't that something?" he asks Nola. "We have a family.

It's not always a good idea, digging around in the past," he said. "I done that once. I went to see the girl who got away. And I remembered real soon why I let her get away.

For ten years before I began writing for a living, I worked as a registered nurse. Never mind that the work was hard—more than once, I literally had not time for even a bathroom break. (My husband never believed me about this, but it was true.) Never mind that I had to work on holidays and every other weekend and on people's birthdays, my own included; I loved the job.

That had been last Thanksgiving. And it had been longer ago than last Thanksgiving that she'd experienced the perspiration thing. A quick tally told her just how long, and she suddenly realized why she was suddenly so preoccupied with breathless, aching, ferocious, insistent, sweaty, wanton, ah…that feeling a woman should probably have for a man with whom she intended to spend the rest of her life.

She'd read enough issues of Parents and Parenting magazines in recent weeks to understand that no matter when or how one became a parent, one had no idea what one was getting oneself into until it was too late. She'd learned, too, that no matter how chaotic and challenging the child, parents grew to love them unconditionally.

A romantic man often feels more uplifted with two women than with one: his love seems to hit the ideal mark somewhere between two different faces.

Habit, of which passion must be wary, may all the same be the sweetest part of love.

But surely love wouldn't get so much talked about if there were not something in it?

a heart that is not shared with others, beloved by another, only withers and dies.

When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart

I had discovered that there was something more painful than falling in love with someone who hasn't fallen for you; hurting that person-hurting him and not being able to do anything about it.

When you love someone, it's never over,' Dr. Carruthers replied gently. 'You move on, because you have to, but you bring him in your heart.

This isn't a game for me. I love you, Ivy, and one day you're going to believe me.

I wouldn't have been sent back to help you, Tristan continued. I wouldn't have been made an angel if it weren't important that you live, Ivy. I want you to be mine -Ivy could hear the pain in his voice- but you're not. I am! she cried out loud. We're on different sides of a river, he said, and it's a river that neither of us can cross. You were meant for somebody else.