Quotes About Love

Imogen looked at Ty, at the one man who could halt her stone-cold logic and make her just feel.... She needed that, to be caught off guard, to learn to trust her first gut reaction to her emotions. There had been no hesitation on her part - he had asked and her heart had sung out a big fat yes.

Then he was forming letters again, one at a time on her back, while Laurel clung to him, full of heart and body, still joined to him intimately. Wanting his words, needing them, moved profoundly by them. I love you. One letter after the other, until they were all there, telling her everything she needed to know here in the dark.

What are you looking at? The woman I love. With all his heart and soul. Reese looked over her shoulder. Where? I don't see any one. Then she laughed, hitting the glass table with the palm of her hand.

Jess? Yeah? Would you be okay with it if I fell in love with you? My hear squeezed and I paused, my mouth a hairbreadth from his as I took in his words, as if I could breathe them into my mouth, my heart, my soul. Yeah, I whispered. I'd be very okay with it.

Instead he leaned closer, gaze meeting hers from behind his horn-rims. Then go fix it. If you love him, it's worth it, Reese.

The path of true love never ran smooth. More likely you ran out of gas, blew a tire, and hit the wall before you crossed the finish line.

You make me better, you know that? I'm a fucked-up human being, but you make me better. Promise me if I don't make you happy, you'll toss me aside, no matter how much pressure I put on you. Because even though I can be selfish, all I really want is for you to be happy.

Do you understand?" I nodded. He kissed me again. "Do you trust me?" I nodded. His lips buried in my neck. "Do you want me?" Nod. "Absolutely." "Then don't be afraid. Don't ever be afraid when you're with me." "I won't," I whispered

Reese grabbed the back of the nearest easy chair and whispered, Honey, baby, come to mama.

What I'm trying to get you to understand is that I get it that you think of women as fitting into two categories--whores and the Madonna. But I'm neither. I'm just Jessica, somewhere in between, and I love you and want you to accept me.

I love you," he murmured. My heart swelled in appreciation the way it always did when he shared his feelings. "I love you, too.

Because you make me. Because I didn't exist, not in any way that matters, until I met you.

because I figured out who I was- the man who had been born to love you.

It will always be the ultimate, because you're my ultimate.

You have eyes that hold me so tightly I could fight for the rest of my life and I'll never escape.

I do remember everything. I do love you. I do want the chance to be a better husband.

I feel like you hate your life more than you could ever love me. And I was stupid to think otherwise. I guess it's true what they say—love makes you stupid. Even a girl like me.

Marriage is a working relationship. It has its moments of genuine, downright boredom. That's the trouble with Daphne. She can't stand being bored. She has to be in love—madly in love, and it's difficult to be madly in love with a husband three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.

You know, Donald, that's your big trouble. You fall in love every time you fall for a jane. You shouldn't do that. If a girl looks good to you, go on the make. Love her where you find her, and leave her where you love her.

My mother was a wonderful woman. She had a loyalty which was unsurpassed, and a complete lack of nervousness. During all her married life, there was literally never an unkind word spoken, simply because she never allowed herself to develop any of those emotional reflexes, which so frequently make people want to bicker with those whom they love, or with whom they come in constant association.

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together.

A child needs your love most when he deserves it least

Marriage has no guarantees. If that's what you're looking for, go live with a car battery.

Grandparenthood is one of life's rewards for surviving your own children.