Quotes About Love

I don't want to hear about the cardinal again. Because the thing of it is, that cardinal was dead either way, whether he came inside or not. Maybe he knew it, and maybe that's why he decided to crash into the glass a little harder than normal that day. He would have died in here, only slower, because that's what happens when you're a Finch. The marriage dies. The love dies. The people fade away. I

At least it feels that way standing here with you." He closes his blue eyes and breathes in. When he opens them again, he says, "Actually, standing next to you makes it feel as high as Everest." I

You deserve better. I can't promise you I'll stay around, not because I don't want to. It's hard to explain. I'm a fuckup. I'm broken, and no one can fix it. I've tried. I'm still trying. I can't love anyone because it's not fair to anyone who loves me back.

Lovely' is a lovely word that should be used more often.

By the way? For what it's worth, you showed me something, Ultraviolet— there is such a thing as a Ariana Grande day.

I'm sorry. I love you. But not sorry I love you because I could never be sorry for that.

And I think: Love complicates everything. It makes you hurt and it makes you doubt and it makes you wish you didn't love. It makes you want to be watchful so that nothing bad or surprising ever happens, it makes you never want to love anyone again because they'll only hurt you too.

Be careful with that heart of yours

This is what I want to do with Violet - give her only the good, keep away the bad, so that good is all we ever have around us

I didn't know that my life forever changing would be because you loved me and then left, and in such a final way.

The problem with people is that they forget that, most of the time, it's the small things that count.

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.

I know the way you move. I know the way you look at me. I see you see me, and you're the only one that looks at me that way. Whether I'm with you or away from you, I don't have to think about it or put the puzzle pieces together. It's just you. That's what I know.

I love: the way her eyes spark when we're talking or when she's telling me something she wants me to know, the way she mouths the words to herself when she's reading and concentrating, the way she looks at me as if there's only me, as if she can see past the flesh and bone and bullshit right into the me that's there, the one I don't even see myself.

I know the way you move. I know the way you look at me. I see you see me, and you're the only one who looks at me that way. Whether I'm with you or away from you, I don't have to think about it or put the puzzle pieces together. It's just you. That's what I know.

And then, because I'm now the one thinking too much, and because she is different from all other girls and because I really, really don't want to screw this up, I concentrate on kissing her on the banks of the Blue Hole, in the sunshine, and I let that be enough.

My mama's purpose had been to love and to be loved.

I try not feel jealous of the fact that he's been checking in with them but not me. After all, they're his family. I'm only me, the most important person in his life, for a while at least.

What a terrible feeling to love someone and not be able to help them.

I am crying-loud and hiccuping, as if I've been holding my breath for a very long time and finally, finally can breathe. You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love...

I've always thought you should be able to freeze time. This way you could hit the Pause button at a really good point in your life so that nothing changes. Think about it. Loved ones don't die. You don't age. You go to bed and wake up the next morning to find everything just as you left it. No surprises.

Come back. I love you. I'm sorry.

has happened with Finch. 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. *

But not sorry I love you because I could never be sorry for that.