Quotes About Love

I love you all, so much more than you should ever love me.

The phone in my hand buzzed. Logan had just texted I Love You - so cute how he never abbreviated it.

I'll always love you." "I'll love you, too." He touched my face. "Forever.

I have a boyfriend who's a ghost, I thought. Of course I'm living in a dreamworld.

When I got tired, Logan would sing me to sleep, sometimes a painfully appropriate song like Flogging Molly's "If I Ever Leave This World Alive" or Snow Patrol's "Chasing Cars." Sometimes he'd pick a lilting Irish lullaby, or even a song he'd written himself.

He whispered against my mouth. "Wait for me, Aura.

Jesus loves you." "Then how come he never calls?

This one's for Aura. You all know who that is by now. The only girl I've ever loved. I wrote her a song, but she's the only one who's ever heard it, or ever will.

Logan was close enough for me to touch, to smell, to feel his breath on my forehead. Close enough to kiss. If only he were alive.

If you follow love, you can't go wrong, even if it leads to disaster. Trust it." Raphael to Lucifer

Don't move," he breathed, softer than ever. Logan slowly wrapped his fingers around my hand.

As he presses me against the car and his fingers tangle in my hair, I find myself hoping-and fearing-that I'll never be the object of such a love, one that could bring a man to his knees and never let him stand again.

He sang the last two lines strong and smooth, promising that he'd always be with me, even when I could no longer hear his voice. I whispered the lines with him, sending the promise right back

Oh yeah, pain. I think it's the same when we lose someone we love. It never stops hurting. But maybe it shouldn't. That pain, after all, is a souvenir of love.

Logan. Touching.

For a short time, we'd become each other, a little. Maybe that's what people do when they fall in love, mind, body, and soul. Or maybe we were just weird.

What do you want as your password?" "How about iloveaura

I think we get the world we deserve. People who love get love back, and people who hate, or fear, they get those back too." "Huh. Which kind of person are you?" "Both. We all are, at different times.

I'll never forget you. I'll never forget your voice or your face or your dumb jokes. And i'll never forget your love.

I sat forward and picked up a piece of the jet engine. "I think we get the world we deserve. People who love get love back, and people who hate, or fear, they get those back too.

Okay, stud , just one more question." She formed an L with her thumb and index finger. 'Why are some people in the audience holding the sign for "loser"?' It was my turn to laugh at her. 'That's not for loser.' I set down my soda, mirrored her gesture with my hand, then straightened our pinkies to form the sign-language letter. 'The L stands for "love".

For a short time, we'd become each other, a little. Maybe that's what people do when they fall in love, mind, body, and soul. Or maybe we were just weird.

Michael has a connection with children, just like Mickey Mouse does, and he brings happiness to them, and joy.

All is caprice. They love without measure those whom they will soon hate without reason. —Thomas Sydenham, seventeenth-century English physician, on "hystericks," the equivalent of today's borderline personality