Quotes About Love

Ik heb een geheim, kon ik mijn moeder horen zeggen, minder dan een week voordat ze overleed. Over de dag dat je bent geboren.

If you had a baby…," I said. "When I have a baby," came the deep, heart-shattering reply, "she'll be my whole world." "She?" I repeated. Nash settled back into his seat. "I can picture Lib with a little girl.

I'm supposed to be stronger than this. I wanted to be stronger than this. For you"... "You don't have to be anything for me, Grayson." I wait until he opens his eyes, until he's looking at me. "This," I say. "You. It's enough"... "It will never be enough.

You love fairy tales, I know, but I can't be your happily-ever-after. We can't stay here in our little castle forever.

I know that Jamie loves you." Grayson looked at me the way you look at art in a glass case, like he wanted to reach out to touch me but couldn't. "And I've seen the way that you look at him, the way the two of you are together. You're in love with my brother, Avery." He paused. "Tell me you're not

He brought his hands to the side my face, then the back of my neck, and I felt his touch through every square inch of my body. "I love you. I would die to protect you. I would make you hate me to keep you safe because damn it, Avery - some things are too precious to gamble.

And at the end of the day, he'd chosen me. Over family. Over his mother.

That's what I love about you, Heiress." Jameson had a habit of tossing out words that should matter like they didn't at all.

Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I didn't want to think about anything, so I kissed the boy. This time it wasn't rough or frantic. It was gentle and slow and terrifying and perfect . And for once in my life, I didn't feel alone.

Jameson Winchester Hawthorne loved me. He loved me, and I loved him.

An arrogant, duty-bound asshole who tries to be honorable and would die to protect the girl he loves.

Think of me,' she said because it seemed like something a girl in a fairy tale might say. Think of me. Remember me. Love me. Turn me into a story you tell again and again. The sister who was good as gold and became a queen.

Mama and I are curled up, pressed against each other like twin commas.

The truth was, he believed he was the luckiest man on earth to have these two for a wife and daughter—it was like getting to live with fairies or mermaids, some breathtakingly beautiful creatures he was not meant to understand fully.

She was his great adventure; his love for her had taken him places he'd never dreamed of going.

Think of me. Remember me. Love me.

I think people see what they want to see... But think about it: if you'd lost someone you love, wouldn't you give almost anything to have the chance to see them again?

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. —Rainer Maria Rilke

If humanity's central existential difficulty comes from the fact that we have humanness—consciousness, hopes, dreams, loneliness, shame, plans, memory, a sense of fairness, love—and the universe does not, that means that we are constantly trying to wrangle our needs out of a universe that does not tend in such directions.

History Even Eve, the only soul in all of time to never have to wait for love, must have leaned some sleepless nights alone against the garden wall and wailed, cold, stupefied, and wild and wished to trade-in all of Eden to have but been a child. In fact, I gather that is why she leapt and fell from grace, that she might have a story of herself to tell in some other place.

I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

For what it's worth, you showed me something, Ultraviolet - there is such a thing as a perfect day.

I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.