Quotes About Love

I'm Christian, but if God is truly a God of love, then why would he have a private torture chamber where he put people that he was supposed to love and forgive to be punished forever? If you actually read the Bible, the idea of hell like in the movies and most books was invented by a writer. Dante's Inferno was ripped off by the Church to give people something to be afraid of, to literally scare people into being Christian.

Damn you,' I said softly and with feeling. He smiled. 'We've been over that, ma petite; you are too late.

He always seemed to know just what I needed, just when I needed it. If we weren't in love, then how did he do that? Hell, I'd been in love with people that didn't even come close to meeting this many of my needs.

Some women feel loved if you do the dishes without being reminded; some men feel loved if you'll play a video game with them, others if you buy them a collar and a nice leash and occasionally lead them around by it.

He whispered, "More than life, more than honor, I love thee." What do you say when a man whose entire existence had been his honor offers to give it up for you? You say the only thing you can. "More than any crown or throne or title, I love thee," I said. "More than any power in faerie, I love thee." The

If you're doing it right, love makes you more of who you are, not less

I didn't believe in happily-ever-after, but I did believe in happier-than-we'd-ever-been, because I was living it.

love can die from being withheld, like a flower that is so beautiful you hide it away from the sun trying to make it last longer; but every flower needs sun, and being in love requires risking yourself. It can require risking everything you are, not just in battle, but emotionally. Sometimes you have to risk it all to gain it all.

Home wasn't a place, or a building, or a tropical night full of flowers and rain. Love made home not out of boards and walls and furniture, but of hands to hold, and smiles to share, and the warmth of that body cuddled around you in the dark. I swam in the darkness of the ocean on a raft of hands, and bodies, and giving a damn what happened to them all.

You make everything all right for me, Anita. You make me feel like a human being instead of a monster.' 'And you love all of me, Micah, every last hard-boiled, ruthless bit of me. You make it okay that sometimes I am the monster.

Together we are more than we are apart, Anita, that is what love is.' I

love isn't absence of pain, it's a hand to hold while you're going through it.

sight. So I was still attracted to Jean-Claude. I might even, in some dark corner, love him a little. It didn't matter. Loving the monsters always ends badly for the human. It's a rule. That

Sometimes it's not the light in a person that you fall in love with, but the dark. Sometimes it's not the optimist you need, but another pessimist to walk beside you and know, absolutely know, that the sound in the dark is a monster, and it really is as bad as you think.

It doesn't matter how much the rest of us love you; if you hate yourself, the self-loathing destroys everything.

I thought about that as he held me in the curve of his body. I thought about him enjoying the killing. I didn't like the thought much, but if he was a sociopathic killer, then he was my sociopathic killer.

There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.

We take turns being smart for each other; I think it's part of the job description of being a couple.

Jak chceÅ¡, má malá oživovatelko. AÃ…Â¥ jsme milenci nebo ne, nic to nemÄ›ní na tom, ?ím pro mne jsi. Jsi moje lidská služebnice.

Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

Your first lover gets a piece of your heart until you have enough therapy to take it back.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them.

I didn't look back, and I didn't try to kiss him good-bye. I think if I'd tried to touch him, he 'd have hurt me. I don't mean struck me, but there are a thousand ways to hurt someone you love that have nothing to do with physical violence.