Quotes About Love

Well, you can think what you want, so long as you remember—no matter how ordinary things seem between us—I'm still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy, evil or otherwise, ever will.

I pretended not to see as Eddie kissed Jill goodbye and promised to see her soon.

I'm still here, still in love with you, and care about you more than any other guy ever will.

Lo he dicho una y otra vez, haría cualquier cosa por ti. Solo sigo esperando algo como: "Adrian, vamos a tomar un baño caliente" o "Adrian, llévame por algo de fondue".

I pressed her against the wall, bringing us closer together, and she wrapped a leg around my hip.

With Dimitri grinning, Rose complied, holding out her left hand for the rest of the table to see. It was a remarkable piece of work. A large, perfectly cut round diamond was set into a lacy square of platinum filigree that was edged in tiny blue opals. It was a statement ring if ever there was one, and a wholly unexpected choice.

He brought his lips down to mine in a long, exquisite kiss, the kind that sent heat all the way to my fingers and toes and made me very conscious of the fact that there was a bed behind us. I pulled back before we accidentally got distracted.

When he grew tired again and started crying, I had no instructions to follow. Sydney gave a helpless shrug when I looked at her. So I just walked him around the living room, crooning classic rock songs until he dozed off and could be set down.

Don't worry, little dhampir. You might be surrounded by clouds, but you'll always be like sunshine to me.

No, I can just read you. Finally. I can't believe how blind I was. I can't believe I never noticed. Victor's comment...he was right." She glanced off at the sunset, then turned her gaze back on me. A flash of anger, both in her feelings and her eyes, hit me. "Why didn't you tell me?" she cried. "Why didn't you tell me you loved Dimitri?

Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.

I love being a dad. I'd have more kids if I could. I'd take a couple more, one or two more before I croak.

I'm on a search for my future ex-wife.

You know, no matter what I am or what I do for a living, I'm still, you know, the husband and the dad and the protector of the house, and I have to be conscientious about that.

And as he took me into his arms, the rain didn't matter at all.

No joy in nature is so sublimely affecting as the joy of a mother at the good fortune of a child.

Amantium irae amoris integratio est.'" Lovers' quarrels are a part of love.

a vivid, wonderful world so full of winter and spring, warm rain and cold snow, adventures and contentments, good things and bad. How often you will have me near you when wood smoke drifts across the wind, or the first tulips arrive, or the sky darkens in a summer storm…. Think of me today, and in the days to come, as I am thinking of you this minute, not gone or alone or dead, but part of the earth beneath you, part of the air around you, part of the heart that must not be lonely.

i could love dearly and yet not dearly enough to fear or suffer their loss.

There are none among us who have not been, even for a moment, cruel to those whom we love most, as if unable, in that moment, to shoulder any longer the magnificent weight and burden, the responsibility, of that love.

You can't manufacture love: you can't build it back up, like a fire. You start out with a certain amount, and then you hope it is strong enough and lasting enough to sustain itself against the hard winters, and the assaults of time.

I felt lonely then. This is the time when you need somebody. This is the time when it is good to have a wife, and children, to absorb your grief, to hold on to you. This is when you pay, and pay and pay, for pretending that you don't need anybody.

They named him James, for Charlie's daddy. In the South, you do not have to love someone a real whole lot to name a child for them. It is just something you do, naming the first boy after his grandfather.

And, thought it is far too late, I must say how sorry I am for letting my feelings for my father keep me for so long from his people, from my grandmother, especially. I am told she loved without condition, loved my mother and loved us boys. I never gave her a reason. It was just the kind of person she was.