Quotes About Love

This is our start. This is the moment it becomes real. We are married. We are infinite.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free.

It's scary when it's real. When it's not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants. Even when I liked a boy so much, loved him even, I would always rather be with my sisters, because that's where I belong.

Shit!" he yells. "I hate that I can't protect you from this.

A veces me gustas tanto que no puedo soportarlo. Me llena internamente, todo el camino hasta el borde, y siento como si pudiera desbordarme. Me gustas tanto que no sé qué hacer. Mi corazón late muy rápido cuando sé que voy a verte de nuevo. Y luego, cuando me miras como lo haces, me siento como la chica más afortunada del mundo.

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

It's like we're in a movie and the music is swelling and waves are crashing around us.

I say, 'In the contract we said we wouldn't break each other's hearts. What if we do again?' Fiercely [Peter] says. 'What if we do? If we're so guarded, it's not going to be anything. Let's do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let's go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can break my heart. Do what ever you want with it.' -Lara Jean & Peter Kavinsky

That night I lay in bed, thinking about how summer romances really do happen so fast, and then they're over so fast. But the next morning, when I went to the deck to eat my toast, I found an empty water bottle on the steps that led down to the beach. Poland Spring, the kind Cam was always drinking. There was a piece of paper inside, a note. A message in a bottle. The ink was a little smeared, but I could still read what it said. It said, "IOU one skinny-dip.

It's a known fact, that in life, you can't have everyhing. In my heart, I knew that I loved them both as much as it is possible to love two people at the same time. Conrad and I were linked, we would always be linked. That wasn't something I could do away with. And I know that now--that love isn't something you can erase--no matter how hard you try.

I wished for Conrad on every birthday, every shooting star, every lost eyelash, every penny in a fountain was dedicated to the one I loved...

But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings? I suppose there´s only one thing I can do. I´ll write him another letter. A postscript with as many pages as it takes to X away whatever feelings I have left for him. I´ll put this wholw thing to rest once and for all. I go to my room and I find my special writing pen, the one with the really smooth inky-blackink. I take out my heavy writing paper, and I begin to write.

heart is mine, just mine. I believe it now. Mine to protect and care for, mine to break.

Once I asked her why she didn't like nuts on her sundae, and she said she did like them, but I loved them. And she loved me.

The first isn't necessarily the last, but it will always be the first, and that's special. Firsts are special." "You're not first," Peter says. "But you're the most special to me, because you're the girl I love, Lara Jean." Love. He said "love." I feel dizzy. I am a girl who is loved, by a boy, and not just her sisters and father and dog. A boy with beautiful eyebrows and a sleight of hand.

be careful with your heart. Things feel like they'll be forever, but they aren't. Love can go away, or people can, without even meaning to. Nothing is guaranteed.

Creo que ahora veo la diferencia, entre amar a alguien desde lejos y amar a alguien desde cerca. Cuando lo ves de cerca, ves quiénes son en realidad, pero también ellos ven quién eres tú realmente.

When I'm back in my room in my flannel nightgown, I get out my special flowy pen and my good thick stationery, and I start to write. Not a good-bye letter. Just a plain old love letter. Dear Peter…

Jag ville inte att min kärlek en dag skulle slockna som en fallande stjärna. Jag ville att den skulle brinna för alltid.

are you planning on breaking my heart, covey?

If people knew you, they would love you." He sounds matter-of-fact. Josh, you break my heart. And you're a liar. Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don't love me.

El amor es aterrador: Cambia, se puede ir. Es parte del riesgo.

I realised it suddenly. I missed him. All this time. When you got to the underneath of it, there it was. There it had always been. And even though he was sitting there only feet away, I missed him more than ever.

I don't think it was our time then. I guess it isn't now, either." John looks over at me, his gaze steady. "But one day maybe it will be.