Quotes About Love

The fact that I'm sitting here in the chilly leaves imagining ways to get rid of the boy I loved so much I brought him back from the dead is so ridiculous, so horrifying, it's almost funny. In an unbelievable, black humor way that's not really funny at all.

After a while, it got too hard not to let him take my hand in the hallway, or snug up behind me at my locker, his chin balanced on the top of head as his hands snaked around my waist. After a while I wanted to share it, to show it off, to let the world see why I was smiling like a complete idiot half the time.

Love like that is what they make movies about. It's the thing you're supposed to want, the answer to every question, the song that you're supposed to sing. But love like that can be too big, too. It can be something you shouldn't be trusted to hold when you're the kind of person who drops the eggs and breaks the remote control. Love doesn't break easily, I found. But people do.

Tiny, insignificant things that don't come close to the way he trusts me, or the way he listens to me, but put it all together and just the sight of him makes my heart ache with how much I want to keep this. How much I want to keep him.

Love doesn't reside in the heart, anyway. Love resides in the liver along with jaundice.

Every good relationship, especially marriage, is based on respect. If it's not based on respect, nothing that appears to be good will last very long.

The Ocean is big, I am small, yes. But I am nothing, And I realize that it is worth the struggle To Live And it means everything to be loved

Love's for fools wise enough to take a chance.

Salt water is the greatest component of our world, yet some people never see an ocean. That doesn't change the ocean. It is constant and powerful, and like the love of God, whether we're immersed in it, standing on the shore, or a thousand miles away, it remains.

Babies don't need fathers, but mothers do. Someone who is taking care of a baby needs to be taken care of.

I thought, my love is so good, why isn't it calling the same thing back.

I think that Fred felt that loved ones in heaven do help those they left behind. He once told me, 'I think of my mother and my dad, and they're both in heaven and have been for a long time, and I know that they still love me and they help me. I have friends who are in heaven, and I know that they inspire me to do all kinds of things in this life.

At the center of Fred's theology of loving your neighbor was this: Every person is made in the image of God, and for that reason alone, he or she is to be valued—"appreciated," he liked to say. He believed there is sacredness in all creation—including fallen man—because of one Man, "the true light, which enlightens everyone" (John 1:9, NRSV).

Indeed, Fred Rogers and his gentle care of children seemed to embody the words credited to Saint Francis of Assisi: 'Preach the gospel at all times; if necessary, use words.

Preach the gospel at all times; if necessary, use words.

Death may feel like an amputation at the time of the loss, but if the connection is still vibrant, perhaps those aren't phantom pains haunting us but the spirit of love.

Fred Rogers was always saying things like that to the people around him: "How blessed your wife is to have you for a husband!" "How blessed your colleagues are to have you to work with!" "How blessed your children are!

I wonder if you don't have somebody in your life that just the very thought of that person makes you feel better. It would be wonderful if you could take a minute, at least a minute every day, to think of such a person. Just think. Just be quiet and think. It would make all the difference in the world.

Life is so generous a giver, but we, judging its gifts by their covering, cast them away as ugly or heavy or hard. Remove the covering and you will find beneath it a living splendor, woven of love, by wisdom, with power. Welcome it, grasp it, and you touch the angel's hand that brings it to you. Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty, believe me, that angel's hand is there; the gift is there, and the wonder of an overshadowing presence.

For Fred, this practical outworking of loving our neighbor-using not only our heart and eyes but our hands-is what defined a hero: 'To see people who will notice a need in the world and do something about it, and rather than view it with despair they view it with hope-that to me is such an enormous gift in this life. Those are my heroes.

I'm bi." But he could see how that was a pretty shitty denial to shove in your boyfriend's face, so he kept his mouth shut.

Being someone's rock, even if only in a temporary way, would always be heart-worthy.

Stop throwing your football at the ceiling. I hate you." Most of the time he loved living above his sister in the

If you really love someone, you want to know what they ate for lunch or dinner without you.