Quotes About Love

For a second, there was that weird flicker in her eyes, that wickedness that I loved, that I wanted to live inside. A wicked child was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Maybe that's what children were, a desperate need that opened you up even if you didn't want it.

she is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart.

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

You changed the subject. From what? The empty-headed girls who think you're sexy. You know. Know what? That I only have eyes for you.

All good things in life are fragile and easily lost

And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. And whenever those twin poisonous flowers began to sprout in the parched land of that field, Mariam uprooted them. She uprooted them and ditched them before they took hold.

The problem, of course, was that [he] saw the world in black and white. And he got to decide what was black and what was white. You can't love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even hating him a little.

yet love can move people to act in unexpected ways and move them to overcome the most daunting obstacles with startling heroism

and yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had love and been loved back. she was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. a mother. a person of consequence at last.

They tell me I must wade into waters, where I will soon drown. Before I march in, I leave this on the shore for you. I pray you find it, sister, so you will know what was in my heart as I went under.

Tariq tucked the gun into the waist of his denims. Then he said a thing both lovely and terrible. For you, he said. I'd kill with it for you, Laila.

She would never leave her mark on Mammy's heart the way her brothers had, because Mammy's heart was like a pallid beach where Laila's footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

and every day I thank [God] that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan.

He stopped, turned. He cupped his hands around his mouth. ''For you a thousand times over!'' he said. Then he smiled his Hassan smile and disappeared around the corner.

Love was a damaging mistake and its accomplice,hope, a treacherous illusion.

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you'd live to be a hundred years old. I didn't know. I didn't know that you were ashamed of me.

People…shouldn't be allowed to have new children if they'd already given away all their love to their old ones. It wasn't fair.

She wished she could visit Mariam's grave, to sit with her awhile, leave a flower or two. But she sees now that it doesn't matter. Mariam is never very far.... Mariam is in her own heart, where she shines with the bursting radiance of a thousand suns.

I think he loved us equally, but differently.

it is a heartBreaking sound, Amir Jan, the Wailing of a mother. I pray to Allah you Never hear it.

You're not going to cry, are you? - I am not going to cry! Not over you. Not in a thousand years.

If I ever do get married, Tariq said, they'll have to make room for three on the wedding stage. Me, the bride, and the guy holding the gun to my head