Quotes About Love

Cuando tienes una relación, eres consciente de que se puede acabar. puede que os distanciéis, conozcáis a otro o simplemente que dejéis de estar enamorados. Pero una amistad no es un juego de suma cero y, como tal, das por sentado que durará para siempre, en especial si es una vieja amistad. das por sentada su permanencia; quizá sea por eso por lo que es tan valiosa.

I exposed every part of myself to him, keeping no secrets, no defense mechanism in place.

We all agree that there is no bright-line litmus test for what works in marriage, or what happiness looks like. That it all comes down to the two people inside the relationship.

I've often let my goals supersede the journey—and the love of what I'm doing. A constant battle to stay in control, get to the next level, ensure that my life stays perfectly, carefully scripted.

I once offhandedly mentioned that I wanted to pick out my own ring, something I have to look at every day, but there is something decidedly unromantic and a little bit depressing about having a symbol of love reduced to such scientific classifications - especially classifications focusing on imperfections.

thinking that's the thing about Andy—I'm always at least okay when I'm with him.

i want to make it official, i want to make it forever

It doesn't take vows or genetics to be a family. We are one already, Ethan said. But i want to make it official. I want to make it forever.

I talk every day to people who smile through tears in describing their lost loved ones, their own lives building on the foundations of those who are no longer here.     My grandfather has been lonely since my grandmother's death, of course. In some ways he is waiting quietly for his own, hoping that it will be, as he often points out, as good an

Ronan taught me that children do not exist to honor their parents; their parents exist to honor them. [...] Ronan was mine but he never belonged to me. This is not an issue of ownership. A child is not a couch.

In other words, rendering loss was a way of honoring life.

There was nothing expected of or for him. In that love he was free.

And Ronan was making me think, yes, and he was making me think about thinking (Hegel would be pleased), but my task as his myth writer was still to understand my son as a person and a being who was independent of me and yet dependent on my actions, my attention, my love.

Sitting with Ronan on the couch I often thought 'How can I make this moment more precious? and then I'd realize with a sense of panic that no additional meaning needed to be sought or found. This was all there was. 'But still', I would think, 'What if I can't remember the way his hands feel, his hair. What if I forget how he smells? The sound of his laugh? The shape of his two front teeth?' Time was both too contracted and forever seeming.

Ronan lived in the world held by people who loved him and fed him and talked with him and met him on his own terms. When he died, he will have been fully loved from his first breath to his last and then after. That full uncompromising love, powerful and sometimes painful, was perhaps the only miracle worth believing in.

It is a unique and terrible privilege to witness the entire arc of a life, to see it through from its inception to its end. But it is also an opportunity to love without a net, without the future, without the past, but right now.

So what is love then is it dictated or chosen (handed down and made by hand) Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand years Or is it just pop emotion (handed down and made by hand) And if it ever was there and it left Does it mean it was never true And to exist it must elude Is that why I think these things of you?

I love you like my own sister. Which is why I won't hesitate to tell you that I don't believe it.

If I had to, I'd fight it like death itself. But with you, I don't have to.

Gonna see if Meg's here," Eddi whispered. "Go back to sleep." "I doubt if I can. But if you prefer it, I can lie here and be still." "Probably a good idea." Eddi grinned and kissed his nose. "She thinks you're full of nonsense." "She's lamentably ignorant of my better qualities." "You mean she hasn't seen you with your clothes off?" Eddi thought he blushed.

They held each other in silence, and he buried his face in her hair. "Do what you can, my primrose," he whispered at last. "I love my life better than I ever have, now that it's at risk. But even so, I love you better still.

Love/absence of mind - they're easily confused.

Maybe I'm a human, but I'm a me-and-Ma as well.

I seem to have stumbled onto love, like a pothole in the night.