Quotes About Love

If a kiss could be seen it would look like a violet.

It doesn't seem FAIR, said Anne rebelliously. Babies are born and live where they are not wanted-where they will be neglected-where they have no chance. I would have loved my baby so-and cared for it tenderly-and tried to give her every chance for good. And yet I wasn't allowed to keep her.

After all, it was nice to be loved than to be rich and admired and famous.

We miss so much out of life if we do not love. The more we love the richer life is.

If I had my way I'd shut everything out of your life but happiness and pleasure, Anne," said Gilbert

Anne smiled and sighed. The seasons that seemed so long to Baby Rilla were beginning to pass all too quickly for her. Another summer was ended, lighted out of life by the ageless gold of Lombardy torches. Soon...all too soon...the children of Ingleside would be children no longer. But they were still hers...hers to welcome when they came home at night...hers to fill life with wonder and delight...hers to love and cheer and scold...a little.

An hour ago on the sand-shore he has been looking at her as if she were the only being of any importance in the world. And now she was a nobody.

as she held out her hand, their eyes met and all doubt was swept away in a glad certainty. They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that. Their happiness was in each other's keeping and both were unafraid.

I never fancied cats much till I found the First Mate, he remarked, to the accompaniment of the Mate's tremendous purrs. I saved his life, and when you've saved a creature's life you're bound to love it. It's next thing to giving life.

Dear God, help him and help the mother . . . help all mothers everywhere. We need so much help, with the little sensitive, loving hearts and minds that look to us for guidance and love and understanding.

What if you never meet him? Then I shall die an old maid, was the cheerful response. I daresay it isn't the hardest death by any means. Oh, I suppose the dying would be easy enough, it's the living an old maid I shouldn't like, said Diana, with no intention of being humorous.

But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it…love has been rosy red in it…births have been here…all the passions…all the hopes. It is full of wraths.

we lost our son, Anne, as did many others, but we have our memories of him and souls cannot die. We can still walk with Walter in the spring.

But Gilbert's visits were not what they once were. Anne almost dreaded them. It was very disconcerting to look up in the midst of a sudden silence and find Gilbert's hazel eyes fixed upon her with a quite unmistakable expression in their grave depths; and it was still more disconcerting to find herself blushing hotly and uncomfortably under his gaze, just as if—just as if—well, it was very embarrassing.

It's lovely to be going home and know it's home. I love green gables already, and I've never loved any place before. Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy.

Oh hearts that loved in the good old way have been out of fashion this many a day

P.S.2. I have put in a new pen. And I love you because you aren't pompous like Dr. Carter . . . and I love you because you haven't got sticky-out ears like Johnny. And . . . the very best reason of all . . . I love you for just being Gilbert!

Don't give up all your romance, Anne, he whispered shyly, a little of it is a good thing—not too much, of course—but keep a little of it, Anne, keep a little of it.

I can't understand how she could have wanted to live back here, away from everything, said Jane. Oh, I can easily understand that, said Anne thoughtfully. I wouldn't want it myself for a steady thing because, although I love the fields and woods, I love people too...

Well, that was life. Gladness and pain... hope and fear... and change. Always change! You could not help it. You had to let the old go and take the new to your heart... learn to love it and then let it go in turn.

And yet... you wouldn't want it to stop hurting... you wouldn't want to forget your little mother even if you could.

I wouldn't marry anyone who was really wicked. But I think I'd like it if he could be wicked, and wouldn't.

I always say good night to the things I love, just as I would to people.

It's lovely to be going home and know it's home.