Quotes About Love

I say, "I love you." She says, "I love you too." And then she laughs. "It's kind of crazy. I mean you ." "I know. What the hell?" She covers her mouth with one hand, but her eyes are shining. I'm thinking about a field of grass on a summer day. I'm thinking about the sun and being warmed from the inside and warmed from the outside. I take her hand under the gray-blue sky and I'm home.

Or we can make out.

You make me happy... You make me special... You make me lovely...

Will you want me just as much when I'm fifteen feet nine inches?

I want you to remember that you can't feel responsible for everything. We're your parents, and we will figure us out. All you need to do— any of you"— she looks at my brothers—" is be a kid for now and let us be there for you.""All of us?" Dusty says. "Even those of us without neurological disorders?" "All of you.

I like the way he seems to think I have many, many people depending on me, including not just one but multiple girlfriends.

It's exhausting, constantly having to search for the people you love.

I love the world that is my room.

This is the single loveliest thing anyone's ever done for me. It's movie lovely. It feels somehow epic and fragile, and I wand the night to last forever, and knowing it can't already has me sad.

The only way around it is to stay with one guy forever." But does forever have a built-in ending...?

Across the seat our eyes are holding hands.

For the most part, the people are the same. Everyone wants something to believe in. Everyone wants someone to love.

Before I Die I Want To Know A Perfect Day.

It's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.

Actually, standing next to you makes it feel as high as Everest.

But does forever have a built-in ending...?

In that moment, I'm thankful I'm not a parent and I wonder if I ever will be. What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them. Actually, I know exactly how that feels.

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.

If hypothetically, I did love you, though, it's not because I see you, and Oh well, at least I can see her, so I might as well love her. I'm pretty sure I see you because I love you. And yeah, I guess I love you because I see you, as in I see you, Libby, as in all of you, as in every last amazing thing.

In that moment, I'm thankful I'm not a parent and I wonder if I ever will be. What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.

I wish my heart wouldn't beat so fast.

The sun was catching his hair and lighting him up from the outside, and love was lighting him up from the inside.

Now. Close the book. But first—remember to open yourself up to love and possibility, to almostness and maybe. Use your voice. Let others in. Choose your future. Choose your body. Choose yourself. And go out there and write your life.

Why do some love stories have a shelf life and others last forever?