Quotes About Love

Don't forget about the past, don't worry about the future, but love what's here now!

That's sad. How plastic and artificial life has become. It gets harder and harder to find something…real." Nin interlocked his fingers, and stretched out his arms. Real love, real friends, real body parts…

Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I don't think so though I'm not sure if I'd like to be and argh I don't think there's anything wrong with that, if you like a person, you like the person, not their genitals.

I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.

V-Day…if you need this one day in a year to show everyone else you truly care for your loved one" I think it's quite stupid. I hate this commercialism. It's all artificial, and has nothing to do with real love.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

You'll recognize those men, the ones inclined to their dark side, because they'll expect you to carry their load. They'll smother your anger with their pain, they'll make you doubt yourself, and they'll tell you they love you the whole time. Some do it big, like Ed, but most do it in quiet steps, like your father.

For a long time, they leaned against the wall, foreheads pressed together, breathing matched. They were one body, bound by the passion they'd shared. Mariah didn't think she'd felt so close to a lover before. As if he sensed those deeper thoughts, John kissed her cheek with such gentleness that it brought tears to her eyes and withdrew from her.

Until the day I take my last breath, it will be my prerogative to fuss and worry and hope for nothing but the best for you, just as I do for all my children.

In the dying firelight, Benedict's face was relaxed in sleep. He was so handsome, so perfect. She brushed a lock of hair from his forehead and he did not stir with the motion. She smiled, but the expression faded as a strong desire welled up in her. A desire to do something she had never done before. She touched him again, to be certain he was not awake. When he didn't move or react, she leaned closer, her hands shaking. "I love you

But sometimes our princes are disguised as utter rogues, and we fall into the bedroom before we ever meet in the ballroom.

He looked down at her and caught a whiff of the honeysuckle fragrance of her hair. God, how he loved that smell. He'd planted fourteen honeysuckle bushes around his estate in Crestwood five years ago just to have a tiny piece of her there with him.

My Favorite Husband,

What kind of wife would I be if I left your father simply because he was dead?

Then she smiled, and in that instant, if such a thing were possible, Pasquale fell in love, and he would remain in love for the rest of his life--not so much with the woman, whom he didn't even know, but with the moment.

A religious awakening which does not awaken the sleeper to love has roused him in vain.

Knowledge of what you love somehow comes to you; you don't have to read nor analyze nor study. If you love a thing enough, knowledge of it seeps into you, with particulars more real than any chart can furnish.

And so well did they hide themselves in their love that grass grew over their hearts and all their loud songs became indecipherable ribbons of air.

I believe in discovering the love that exists and then trying to understand it. Not to invent a love and try to make it exist, but to find what does exist, and then to see what it is.

We tire differently if we love or love not.

reason and sensical behavior are not always necessary if there exists some small flood of kindness.

The effect of untrue statements on casual conversations is one of my great loves, my great ongoing investigations.

I believe in discovering the love that exists and then trying to understand it. Not to invent a love and try to make it exist, and then to see what it is. I believe in trying to understand love through other loves, other loves that have existed before. Many people have made the records of these loves. These records can be found. They can be read. Some are songs. Some are just photographs. Most are stories.

For where he had been the largeness of her life, now his loss was; his loss was, and the worth of what he had been: those two things together became the core