Quotes About Love

I enjoy killing people with you. Could that count as a date?" I shook my head. "No, nothing illegal counts." He sighed. "Dating is harder than I thought it would be." "Always," I said.

All six of them sat on either side of the long oval conference table, strung out like strong, handsome beads on the string of my love.

You saved me because you could not bear the thought of leaving me behind." He touched my face, very gently. "Not from a sense of right and wrong, but because you are just that tenderhearted.

Don't make light of one of your better qualities. You love your people like a mother is supposed to love her children. You want what's best for them, even if that makes you uncomfortable, even if you don't like their choices.

Love doesn't conquer all, but it can help you conquer everything else.

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.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

How do you divide yourself between killing people and loving them? The best I had on that one was just to kill the bad guys, and love the good guys, and hope the two lists never crossed.

If this is not love, ma petite , then I know nothing of it. If this is not love, then no one since time began has ever loved. You ask yourself What is love? Am I in love? when what you should be asking, is What is not love? ma petite . What is it that this man does for you that is not done out of love?

I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. -Speaking to the corpse of Desdemona, and kissing her, Othello dies

I love you, Jean-Claude; I wouldn't know what to do without you in my life, my bed, my heart.' 'Very poetic for you, ma petite.' 'I've

I stared at the phone. I'd had to do it. Had to. So why did my stomach feel tight? Why did I have the urge to call Jean-Claude and warn him? Was it the marks, or was Richard right? Did I love Jean-Claude in some strange, twisted way? God help me, I hoped not.

Jean-Claude said. I stared at him, and for the first

Love is not a one-size-fits-all emotion; there are as many different kinds of love as there are people.

You're like great Shakespearean tragedy.

What you'll enjoy from someone you're in love with just hits you as clingy from someone you think of more as a sex buddy.

I love you," I said, and this time I meant it. I could see the smile that went with the tone of his voice as he said, "I know, and I love you more." I smiled. "I love you most." Nathaniel's voice came on the phone as if Micah were holding it out to him: "I love you mostest.

The joys of the flesh are a blessing to be shared, not a curse to be guarded against.

Ma petite.' That was all, just my nickname, but it seemed to hold years of I love yous. The

There comes a point when 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.

Truth is, I love Corn Dog on a Stick and Mrs. Field's Cookies.

One of my other boyfriends said I hated being in love, and he was right. It always felt so stupid, like your insurance rates should go up, because you're impaired. Romantically handicapped.

One woman cannot be committed to this many men." "Maybe, but you treat your lovers better than a lot of women treat their boyfriends." "Sorry to hear that," I said. He

I killed Haven because he tried to kill Nathaniel, and that is not allowed. For that he had to die, because I looked into his eyes and knew that while he was alive, Nathaniel wasn't safe, and I'd do anything to keep him safe.