Quotes About Love

If one could only feel always like this, Pat had said once to Judy. All the little worries swallowed up...all the petty spites and fears and disappointments forgotten...just love and peace and beauty. Oh, oh, but what wud there be lift for heaven, girl dear? asked Judy.

There was a blue, waiting sea at the end and an old grey house fronting the sunset, so close to the purring waves that in storms their spray dashed over its very doorstep...a wise old house that knew many things, as Pat always felt. Mother's old home and therefore to be loved, whether one could love the people in it or not.

Don't you know ANY good husbands, Miss Bryant? Oh, yes, lots of them—over yonder, said Miss Cornelia, waving her hand through the open window towards the little graveyard of the church across the harbor.

Then they walked home together in the dusk, crowned king and queen in the bridal realm of love, along winding paths fringed with the sweetest flowers that ever bloomed, and over haunted meadows where winds of hope and memory blew.

Again Anne shivered. How terrible Ã¢â'¬Â¦ sitting opposite each other at table Ã¢â'¬Â¦ lying down beside each other at night Ã¢â'¬Â¦ going to church with their babies to be christened Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and hating each other through it all! Yet they must have loved to begin with. Was it possible she and Gilbert could ever Ã¢â'¬Â¦ nonsense! The Pringles were getting on her nerves. Handsome

It doesn't hurt to love if you do not hope to be loved in return. I've never hoped to be loved in return--but it hurts damnably, said Roger.

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.

But, Felix, you may be sure that God is infinitely more beautiful and loving and tender and kind than anything we can imagine of Him. Never believe anything else, my boy.

Rilla meant to keep Walter's letter as a a sacred treasure.

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

Yet somehow [Marilla's letter] conveyed to Anne of the wholesome, simple life at Green Gables, with its savor of ancient peace, and the steadfast abiding love that was there for her.

We resent the thought that anything can please us when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as if we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us.

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.

She was always at her best with him, with a delightful feeling of being understood. To love is easy and therefore common - but to understand - how rare it is!

I'm not a bit changed –not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me — back here — is just the same. It won't make a bit of difference where I go or how much I change outwardly; at heart I shall always be your little Anne, who will love you and Matthew and dear Green Gables more and better every day of her life.

Don't you know ANY good husbands, Miss Bryant? Oh, yes, lots of them—over yonder, said Miss Cornelia, waving her hand through the open window towards the little graveyard of the church across the harbor. But living—going about in the flesh? persisted Anne. Oh, there's a few, just to show that with God all things are possible, acknowledged Miss Cornelia reluctantly.

That Gilbert of yours is a darling, Anne

Oh yes, I don't deny I married you because I was sorry for you. And then-I found you the best and jolliest and dearest little pal and chum a fellow ever had. Witty-loyal-sweet. You made me believe again in the reality of friendship and love.

I don't want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want YOU.

How do you like my picture, Phil? It seems a very dull one, said Phil, with a grimace. Oh, but I've left out the transforming thing, said Anne softly. There'll be love there, Phil—faithful, tender love, such as I'll never find anywhere else in the world—love that's waiting for me. That makes my picture a masterpiece, doesn't it, even if the colors are not very brilliant?

the best of it all was the coming home.

I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them. - Miss Barry

Love! What a searing, torturing, intolerably sweet thing it was - this possession of body, soul and mind! With something at its core as fine and remote and purely spiritual as the tiny blue spark in the heart of the unbreakable diamond.

home" must always be the loveliest spot in the world, no matter what fairer lands may lie under alien stars.