Quotes About Love

It is not biology that determines fatherhood. It is love.

Être aimé sans mérite, c'est la preuve d'un vrai amour

Altfel spus; orice relatie de dragoste se intemeiaza pe niste conventii nescrise, pe care partenerii le stabilesc inconstient din primele saptamani. Traiesc amandoi ca intr-un vis, in acelasi timp, fara sa-si dea seama, redacteaza in amanuntime, ca niste jurnalisti intransigenti, clauzele contractului lor. O,amanti! fiti prudenti in aceste prime zile primejioase. Daca veti duce celuilalt micul dejun la pat, va trebui sa faceti asta mereu, de nu veti fi acuzati de indiferenta si tradare.

You're still my ocean," he whispers.

If we're starting over," he says, quietly, "is it too early to say I love you?

He's no longer a stranger. He's my moon.

I fought for her, won her, and then I fought everyone who wanted to hurt her.

But when Robert touches me in just the right way, I forget. I forget what it is I want, or rather I forget that I want anything other than him.

No woman has made me quiver before, but she does.

I wonder how on earth I was lucky enough to find her.

You were made for me," he breathes.

When a spy is captured, he takes a suicide pill, believing it's better to die than be tortured. By that reasoning shouldn't those same pills be issued to anyone foolish enough to fall in love? —The Lighter Side of Death

You're magnificent," he says.

I love the way you make me feel when you walk into the room, when you look at me.

but my heart's all yours, so I can't give it away. Not to anyone.

You are my ocean. You are the only thing I can trust.

Robert," she whispers, "you have my heart.

He lied to you too, Sophie I know, I said softly. You're risking that adorable little neck of yours for an asshole. I am, I admitted. The fountain was now a blur as the wind played with the carefully structured pattern of the water. But here's the thing...he's my asshole. Is this about ownership? Marcus asked incredulously, Or is it about love? It's about love, I whispered. Marcus I...I love my asshole, okay? I love him so much.

Destroying the painting was out of the question: my soul is all stained and shagged with sin like a cigarette smoker's moustache but I am quite incapable of destroying works of art. Steal them, yes, cheerfully, it is a mark of respect and love, but destroy them, never.

People lose a lot of time in hating others, and there's no fun in it at all.

There lived here then, away at the North, a beautiful princess, who was also a powerful sorceress. All her magic was used to help the people, and she was never known to hurt anyone who was good. Her name was Gayelette, and she lived in a handsome palace built from great blocks of tourmaline. Everyone loved her, but her greatest sorrow was that she could find no one to love in return, since all the men were much too stupid and ugly to mate with one so beautiful and wise.

There's no place like home.

Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?

During the year I stood there I had known was the loss of my heart. While I was in love I was the happiest man on earth.