Quotes About Love

I wasn't scared of someone leaving me. I was scared that the wrong person would stay.

In one way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story.

Maybe we are all fools, one way or another, when it comes to seeing the totality of the people who love us- the people we try to love.

I wasn't scared of someone leaving me. I was scared that the wrong person would stay.

now. In one way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story.

In one way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become

Thing is, either way we cut it, we shouldn't test the people we love," he said. "We do, but it's shitty and ultimately, regardless of what they did or didn't do, we're the ones who feel like we failed.

And you shall take me strongly In your arms again And I will not remember That I ever felt the pain.

it is an amazing thing to be with someone who really sees you.

Then he stands up and starts to head out, the way he came. And it's then that he says the one thing that only he would say to me. "The could-have-been boys still love you," Owen says. He isn't looking at me when he says it, his voice low. The way you say hello. The way you say goodbye.

When I finally allow myself to look up, it's Bailey that I see. It cools me out, immediately, centers me. She is walking toward me from the same direction Owen has gone. She's in her gray sweater dress and high-top Converse, her long, brown hair running halfway down her back. Did Owen pass her? Did he get to see for himself how beautiful she has become? How sure of herself? I hope so. I hope so at the same time I hope not. Which way, after all, spares him?

smile as they walk up. How can I not? Bailey is smiling too. She is smiling at me. "Mom," she says.

For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story.

You should be careful not to take the person you love for granted. Not only because they'll notice. But you'll notice too. You'll think it means something it doesn't.

If I hadn't forgiven him, I would have given up an entire life with him. Our family. All the good things. I was rewarded for forgiving him

something far bigger than all of that. How do you explain it when you find in someone what you've been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. It's more like finding your way home—where home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where you'd never before been.

He was going to build his life here, right here, in the name of love and honor and whatever else he was feeling, even if he couldn't name up for what it was: exhaustion.

I'll just assume that whatever your mother did wrong, she did one thing great. That's you. She figured it out enough to make you. I can overlook the rest. And you can have the freedom to feel whatever you want toward her. With no judgment.

I unfold the paper. Owen's note is short. One line, its own puzzle. Protect her.

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life. —Oscar Wilde

For the first two years of "Checking Out," I had an epigraph that ran underneath my byline—a quote from Ernest Hemingway. A simple one-liner that read, "Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.

But if you went with someone you loved, you'd often get more than that. You'd get to share it with them. You'd get to remember what they remembered too.

I had never seen anyone concentrate like that on anything. It was like watching love.

I smile as they walk up. How can I not? Bailey is smiling too. She is smiling at me. "Mom," she says.