Quotes About Love

Three trips to rehab," John said at last. "The third time…." He closed his eyes and blocked it out. He couldn't do this, not now. "It was bad. I thought maybe I was the problem, right? 'Cause… 'cause I'd do anything for him. Anything. I'da stayed for another trip to rehab—I'da stayed for all

Pierce dreamed about a sunny day and Hal, dressed in a white linen shirt and dark cotton trousers, offering him a flower and a kiss, in an almost perfect world.

The thing I learned about loving Vinnie for ten years was that every day could be the wave that washed the love away. You had to wake up every day and text or kiss or call or sneak over and surprise. You had to wake up every day and write that thing on the tablet of time to make sure that would be the day when your love was written on the sand.

Some people got family, and those people I can get behind. But none of us—not you, or me, or hell, Kaden, who's the best man I know—can go out and change the fucking world without a lot of pain and suffering. So it's okay that's not how this started. What matters is that you ended it.

Okay," Crick said, rolling his eyes. "I give. Which part of my body is more interesting than my ass?" Deacon rewarded his obtuseness with a smack to the head. "Your heart, you fuckin' moron. Man, I get about fifteen minutes a day max out of your ass—it's your heart I want twenty-four-seven. Jesus, Crick—stop thinking in your pants!

Got lost in your eyes,

I love you, big man. I love you so much I can't believe the world turned before we met. But you and me, we are going to have a big, ugly,

I miss you," he gasped into Kelly's chest. "Oh God. I miss you so much." Kelly moaned—not a sexy moan, a sad one—and they were both crying, kissing, tasting salt and sex on each other's skin as the final, more painful crest hit them both.

Dex was buckets full of awesome—he was allowed to have a redneck family member who wore his ass for a hat.

He wants to keep me happy and he wants to keep me fed, he makes sure that I've got blankets and a place to sleep in a bed, but the music in my heart is like a freight train. It goes and it goes and when I stop it, it's like pain, but my brother doesn't see it doesn't hear it doesn't feel it, and all there is to do is shove him out of the way. Don't want to hit my brother with the freight train.

Maybe this party wasn't for Henry, but there might be some guy out there who'd throw him a hell of a happily ever after.

He didn't have to be a hero anymore, he had his own personal hero to defend him. Wasn't that miracle enough?

He'd been worried. He'd been afraid. And he'd been hurt, and Mikhail almost couldn't stand it. Not Shane. Not his beautiful lover, who gave his heart and everything else to make Mikhail's world wonderful. Dammit, he wanted to shout, leave him the hell alone!

All we can do is love this kid. It is literally all we have.

You don't understand. I once worked double shifts at a 7-Eleven so we could give our oldest a toy truck and a pair of pajamas when he was a baby. We can buy our kids presents and not worry about what we're gonna eat for two months. Wow. Oh my God!

This was why people picked one person forever and ever amen—because that one person mattered more than anyone else. There was no democracy in monogamy, and Cy got that now like he never had before.

Like the first time I saw you," Crick murmured. "Like proof that God exists.

Oh Galen—I've never been anybody's first choice. There's no reason for that to start now.

I may have loved someone again, but there'd be a big chunk of my heart missing in that, because a thing like that just doesn't grow back, you hear?

The whole world trembled under the two of them, and the only time it felt right and solid was when they were close like this, close enough to touch.

It's like we made promises last night, and you're not sure you can keep them." "Yeah," Carson confessed, his lips brushing Dale's chest. Dale pulled him tight against his chest and dropped a kiss on his hair. "Don't be scared, baby. We'll find a way. I'm not a fan of letting go.

It was nothing at first. Just a bare brush of lips to lips.

But he carried that thing, that pixilated fuck-off-and-love-me thing into the music.

You looked at me like I was beautiful and you let me be free." "You are beautiful. I wouldn't want you any way but free.