Quotes About Love

Easy," Trent said when I stiffened, and he lifted my chin, reading the strain I'd lived with for the last few hours, the fear. "Why is it harder when those we love are in danger than when it's just us?" he whispered, and I blinked fast. I wasn't going to cry, damn it. I wasn't!

giving him a painful bunny-eared kiss-kiss

I loved Kisten. I wanted Ivy to bite me. It made sense, if I didn't think about it too hard.

To the only man I'd make butterscotch pudding for

Keb would never forget how Gracie turned to the wall and trembled, how he felt nailed to the chair, thinking: we build a perfect picture of what we want our children to be. And when that picture falls and shatters, what do we do? His sister Dot once told him: we get on our hands and knees and put the pieces back together, and call it parenting.

Death is the general condition. Life is the exception: a beautiful, love-filled exception.

How is it that young people most need our love when they least deserve it?

The intense desire to talk with someone, sharp as any pain; this was what people meant when they talked about love. Or rather; this was what Sax would acknowledge to be love. Just the super-heightened desire to share thoughts. That alone.

It's the love of right lures men to wrong.

We think now that love is a kind of giving of attention.

All their love had been a way of fixing time, each embrace a moment's touch of the eternal, because the caress preserves.

You have to fight not only against what you hate, but for what you love, you see?

We think now that love is a kind of giving of attention. It is usually attention given to some other consciousness, but not always; the attention can be to something unconscious, even inanimate. But the attention seems often to be called out by a fellow consciousness. Something about it compels attention, and rewards attention. That attention is what we call love.

To her data analysis was the ugly love child of science and Kafka

It takes courage to keep love at the center when you know just as well as anyone else the real state of things! It's easy to get angry, anyone can do that. It's making good that's the hard part, it's staying hopeful that's the hard part! It's staying in love that's the hard part.

Of course I will like forever any woman who has gone to bed with me, as long as we don't become a couple and hate each other forever.

It's the love of right lures men to wrong.

Moscow, Baikonur, the view from Novy Mir—none of it. Her mother's face across the kitchen

They were just like the Swiss on Mars, like Jurgen and Max and Priska and Sibilla, with their sense of order, of appropriate action well performed, with a tough unsentimental love of comfort, of predictable decency.

Only a few people in this world were lucky enough to run into their true partners—it took outrageous luck for it to happen, then the sense to recognize it, and the courage to act. Few could be expected to have all that, and then to have things go well. The rest had to make do.

You have to fight not only against what you hate, but for what you love, you see? And so you have to find what it is you love. You have to remember it, or create it.

Only a few people in this world were lucky enough to run into their true partners—it took outrageous luck for it to happen, then the sense to recognize it, and the courage to act.

But it isn't right! I mean I look at this land and, and I love it. I want to be out on it traveling over it always, to study it and live on it and learn it. But when I do that, I change it— I destroy what it is, what I love in it.

You can't make love to your fame. Even though some people try.