Quotes About Love

But the lies she told were woven into the fabric of her being, her life; so that to live with her and love her was to become slowly enmeshed by them, to wrestle her for the truth, to struggle to maintain foothold on reality.

All love, ultimately, is self-love.

difficile est longum subito deponere amoren, difficile est, uerum hoc qua lubet efficias… …it is hard to throw off long-established love: Hard, but this you must manage somehow…

Robin felt her luck, these days, at having two loving parents. Her work had taught her how many people weren't that fortunate, how many people had families that were broken beyond repair, how many adults walked around carrying invisible scars from their earliest childhood, their perceptions and associations forever altered by lack of love, by violence, by cruelty.

Robin was disposed to feel desperately sorry for anyone with a less fortunate love life than her own – if desperate pity could describe the exquisite pleasure she actually felt at the thought of her own comparative paradise.

Happy birthday, this isn't your real present, you'll get that later. (Not flowers) Love Strike x

I think marriage is nearly always an unfathomable entity, even to the people inside it. It took this… all of this mess… to make me realize I can't go on. I don't really know when I stopped loving him,

Perhaps she had received diamonds, Strike thought; she had always said she didn't care for such things, but when they argued the glitter of all he could not give her had sometimes been flung back hard in his face...

The problem wasn't that Robin didn't think she'd love her child. On the contrary, she thought it likely that she would love that child to the extent that this job, for which she had voluntarily sacrificed a marriage, her safety, her sleep and her financial security, would have to be sacrificed in return. And how would she feel, afterward, about the person who'd made that sacrifice necessary?

I love you don't forget me whatever hpapens to me. I love you.

It is hard to abruptly shrug off a long-established love Hard, but this, somehow, you must do.

Women, in his experience, often expected you to understand that it was a measure of how much they loved you that they tried their damnedest to change you.

How many more burdens was he supposed to bear? Had he not paid enough, given enough, sacrificed enough—loved enough?

She was the unique woman in his life who'd never tried to change him.

In a family there is always something or other going awry… Henrik Ibsen, Rosmersholm

He felt as though his capacity for loving had been blunted, the nerve endings severed.

Many happy returns, love Robin x

E's always wanted to live the way 'e does – do art, live in a commune, polyamorous…'e an' Mariam 'ave got an open relationship. Nils sleeps with Freyja, anuvver woman at Norf Grove, sometimes. 'Er partner seems OK with it…

his love of privacy extended to a respect for other people's boundaries.

Robin and Matthew had just two months to go before the wedding. There was still time.

Your mother," he said, in a deep Borders accent, "was a fucking whore." Strike laughed. "Maybe so," he said, bleeding and smoking in the darkness as the sirens grew louder, "but she loved me, Donnie. I heard yours didn't give a shit about you, little policeman's bastard that you were.

In a family there is always something or other going awry…

it is hard to throw off long-established love: Hard, but this you must manage somehow…

Am I evil? . . . I used to think I couldn't be, because you loved me