Quotes About Love

Once, watching an old film, Lemar had asked Idris if he had been alive back when the world was in black and white. The memory brings a smile. He kisses his sons' cheeks.

ask for my hand." "That's

Do you have it in you? To what? To use this thing. To kill with it. For you, he said. I'd kill with it for you, Laila.

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

As soon as she was in Mariam's arm, Aziza's thumb shot into her mouth and she buried her face in Mariam's neck. Mariam bounced her stiffly, a half-bewildered, half-grateful smile on her lips. Mariam had never before been wanted like this. Love had never been declared to her so guilelessly, so unreservedly.

thought, She's your wife. My mother, we buried. But he knew to stifle those words before they came

Khaled Hosseini

It was in the tender, slightly panicky way he spoke these words that I knew my father was a wounded person, that his love for me was as true, vast and permanent as the sky, and that it would always bear down upon me. It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.

It was you Nabi, she said in my ear. It was always you. Didn't you know?

Remember Amir agha. There's no monster, just a beautiful day

stopped, turned. He cupped his hands around his mouth. "For you a thousand times over!" he said. Then

It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free of you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.

It was the kind of love that sooner or later cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself

Love is blind, and blind is dangerous.

Death had kissed her long and hard with its frozen lips, and her body was stiff. I held her in my arms, hoping the warmth of my body could bring her back to life. Ignoring my brother's presence, I wept uncontrollably. With Lulu in my arms, I walked toward the front lawn. I had chosen a burial site for Lulu - a strip of land under the cherry tree overlooking the street.

Take me instead,' Mrs. Dang said, holding on to my arm tightly. 'I can fight if I have to. Leave my boy out of this.' 'Not a possibility,' he told her. 'In the old days, whenever I tangoed with Death, I needed my men. Death is here right now, and your son will do just fine.

I missed you so much, she breathed. I tilted my head back and put my hands on her shoulders. I could hardly believe this was happening. I was finally getting to touch her. To kiss her. It was all happening. I missed you, too.

I laughed as we turned in a tight circle... Tonight you're all mine. Jake smiled but looked me dead in the eye. No. From now on. My heart skipped. What? Yours, he said simply, from now on.

Jake's POV: ...And we laughed. Suddenly my palms were sweating under my gloves. I slid my hand away and we got back to work, but I felt as if my whole body was on high alert. There was no getting around it anymore. I was falling for this girl. Big-time.

What would you do if it were me?' she asked, her voice practically a whisper. 'Do you think you'd feel different about it?' My breath caught in my throat. *I'd marry you* was the first thought that popped into my mind. And it was true, I realized suddenly. I would marry her. I would take care of her. I would do whatever to protect her.

I know I suck, I whispered, looking her in the eye, feeling desperate. I know I don't deserve you. Just don't leave me. Please? I'll be better, okay? Just don't leave me.

But tonight was the night. Chloe and Jake were finally going to tell their parents. Tomorrow, I could be planning my boyfriend's funeral.

My voice sounded throaty and my chest was warm with hope. Because I'd meant it. I'd do anything for her.

There is nothing so seductive to a girl as to be loved by a poetic-depressive type. And if she is vain enough to deceive herself into thinking that she loves him faithfully by clinging to him instead of giving him up, then her task will be easy. She will enjoy both the distinction and the good conscience of being faithful, and at the same time the most finely distilled romantic love. God save everyone from such faithfulness!