Quotes About Love

The thing was, Jeremiah was right. I did love him. I knew the exact moment it became real too. Conrad got up early to make a special belated Father's Day breakfast, only Mr. Fisher hadn't been able to come down the night before. He wasn't there the next morning the way he was supposed to be. Conrad cooked anyway, and he was thirteen and a terrible cook, but we all ate it. Watching him serving rubbery eggs and pretending not to be sad, I thought to myself, I will love this boy forever.

Music makes everything more romantic, doesn't it? One second you're walking your dog in the suburbs, and then you put on Adele, and it's like you're in a movie and you've just had your heart brutally broken.

On the day of his mother's funeral, to the boy I loved more than I had ever loved anything or anyone, I said, "Go to hell.

The promises you make on your mother's deathbed are promises that are absolute; they're titanium. There's no way you're breaking them. I promised my mother that I would take care of my brother. That I would look after him. I kept my word. I did it the best way I could. By leaving.

And then there was Jeremiah. When I looked at Jeremiah, I saw past, present, and future. He didn't just know the girl I used to be. He knew the right-now me, and he loved me anyway.

He looks at me in such a way that I know for sure-he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And the I'm in his arms, and we're hugging and kissing, and we're both shaking,because we both know-this is the night we become real.

The first time I saw him again, it was another year, at my college graduation. And I just knew.

A girl's relationship with her father is the most important male relationship of her life.

Families shrink and expand. All you can really do is be glad for it, glad for each other, for as long as you have each other.

When I get you back, I'm gonna put that necklace back around your neck and pin you." He tries to hold my eyes with his own. 'Like the 1950s.

He made it so hard not to love him. When he was sweet like this, I remembered why I did. Used to love him, I mean. I remembered everything.

Wait, I thought I was your dream guy,' Peter says. Not to me, to Kitty. He knows he's not my dream guy. My dream guy is Gilbert Blythe from Anne of Green Gables . Handsome, loyal, smart in school.

Why is it so hard to say no to him? Is this what it's like to be in love with somebody?

I don't want to forget any of this. The way he's looking at me at this very moment. How, when he kisses me, I still get shivers down my back, every time. I want to hold on to everything so tight.

Susannah continued. "If and when I go off slow dancing in the ever after, I don't want to look like I've been stuck in a hospital room my whole life. I at least want to be tan.

I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be brave. I want... life to start happening. I want to fall in love and want a boy to fall in love with me back -Lara Jean

And after, when it was bedtime, I would sing, "We love you, Conrad, oh yes we do. We love you, Conrad, and we'll be true" into the bathroom mirror with a mouthful of toothpaste. I would sing my eight-nine-ten-year-old heart out. But I wasn't singing to Conrad Birdie. I was singing to my Conrad. Conrad Beck Fisher, the boy of my preteen dreams.

We are married. We are infinite. Me and Conrad. The first boy I ever slow danced with, ever cried over. Ever loved

i worried he'd let go, but he didn't. We held hands like this the whole rest of the way home.

Conrad calling me again—that was enough to make me forget how to breathe.

I wondered if it was possible to take someone's pain away with a kiss. Because that was what i wanted to do, take all of his sadness and pour it out of him, comfort him, make the boy i knew come back.

I whispered "I'm not," even though I was. Not scared of him, but scared of everything I felt. Sometimes it was too much. What I felt for him was bigger than the world, than anything.

I have a feeling that when I'm Stormy's age, these everyday moments will be what I remember: Peter's head bent, biting into a chocolate chip cookie; the sun coming through the cafeteria window, bouncing off his brown hair; him looking at me.

Underneath my lashes I watched him, and I thought,Come back. Be the you I love and remember