Quotes About Love

Ellery couldn't ask for anything more. In his entire life, he couldn't recall ever wanting anything with the purity and the passion that he wanted time, so much more time, with Jackson.

this moment, this moment here, when his lover was making shushing noises in his ear, that wasn't always guaranteed, now was it?

Not every day is going to be this good." Trav kissed his chest. "No," he said softly. "Let's make sure we remember this one, okay?" "For how long?" Trav asked, half-playful, half-serious. "Forever. Until tomorrow. When I fall in love with you again.

Even if I leave you, I won't leave you, okay? Even if you carry the casket and have to say goodbye and find someone else to love, I'll still be with you, okay? I meant it. Always. You hear?

Got used to you," he mumbled. "You and me, we lived together. I loved that. It's hard when you're gone." "We still live together," Aiden

God, two concussions in a year. Ellery was going to make him wear a helmet to go to the bathroom, and Jackson would totally deserve it.

Someday, he thought as he went under, he really would sleep forever. Waking up was just too damned much trouble. Without Kelly, everything was. When Your Head is in the Stars, You're Everywhere "KELLY, HE'S crying.

A good son?" Cassidy asked, because he'd always wondered what it took to be a good son. He'd tried—always neat, always clean, always on time—but nobody had seemed to want the job of being his mother. "The best.

We have a kind of dead body? Most couples just go with favorite song.

The man I fought with, the man who comforted me, the man who tried valiantly to slay my inner dragons on a daily basis, in spite of their preference for the tender flesh near his heart.

Maybe someday, it won't have to be a tragedy to be gay, you

If I'm your friend, you know anything is forgivable. Being lovers is harder. Let's get our shit sorted first.

I opened my heart, it filled with love, with sex, with power, with new. With every door I pulverized, I knew I'd be missing you.

Hormones and hope faded, and someday, sometime, there would always be a last hug, a last kiss, or a last dance.

And Ariadne was crying. "You get that," she said, her voice thick. "How come you can get that for my baby, but you can't get it for you?

Do any wedding rings have happy stories?" Felix asked, sounding exasperated. "Well, yes. But those are the rings that usually end up on the fingers of happy corpses or being willed to happy people who wear them to their own weddings.

For a moment in time, Bobby didn't exist. Nothing existed but these two souls, reconnecting, learning the feel and taste of each other all over again. Bobby watched them, entranced, and swallowed. He wanted that. He could have that. He could have that with Reg.

And he would probably love Deacon Winters truly and deeply for the rest of his entire life, in the way that most men loved their wives.

With every touch of his father's hand to his mother's face, he believed that about love.

Like she could be pleasant and kind on command, but like she saved her deeper involvement for her own family. "Yeah," Seth said, giving Xavier to Kelly reluctantly.

I would follow you to the edge of the galaxy just to watch you make a 720 off the Crab Nebula.

So you tell Dad, and you two can make your peace with me not being the son you planned on. And I hope you decide to love the son you have." He took a deep breath and saw her expression transition from shock to irritation to hurt.

The man I loved would spit on my grave, and he'd make it stick.

Sure it is," Trav said, realizing it as he said it. "It's why there's all the fuss about legalizing gay marriage. When you're happy, you want the world to acknowledge that your happiness is valid.