Quotes About Love

Impossible not to imagine the dead observing us. Our love for them a soft, shimmering gossamar that trails behind us.

The fundamental truth of my life whether in fact it was truth or a burlesque of truth: when a man wants you, you're safe.

In all marriages there is the imbalance: one who loves more than the other. One who licks wounds in secret, the rust-taste of blood.

You love the life you've lived because it is yours.

If she lets us down, if she's weird sometimes—just ignore it, and love her. Just love her.

Always, it was claimed of her, she was strong and she was capable. You are not loved for being strong and capable if you are a female but if you are a female and you are strong and capable you will make your way without love.

The innocence of such children doesn't answer our deepest questions about this vale of tears to which we are condemned, but it helps to dispel them. That is the secret to family life.

It is required that we must be fiercely beloved by one individual in order to exist: for Sabbath, Haley was that individual.

Were you wounded when your marriage collapsed? When your love collapsed? Or does love never "collapse," only just fade gradually away?

Loving our parents, we bring them into us. They inhabit us. For a long time I believed that I could not bear to live without Mom and Dad—I could not bear to "outlive" them—for to be a daughter without parents did not seem possible to me.

First marriage, and nothing so sweet! You don't know it at the time.

SO RISKY, to love another person! Like flaying your own, outermost skin. Exposed to the crude air and every kind of infection.

Love you in that cheerleader's costume. Last Friday. You didn't see me I guess. But I was there.

Being a grand-kid, you can so easily regress. All the ages you ever were are all recalled by the grandparent in a shimmery love-haze, like those blurred faces on tv, in which identities have been disguised.

Let them write angry letters to the Government- they haven't been loved enough, there has been some crime

Love is not enough to keep us from harm.

Loving Felix she'd acquired from him a certain arrogance, telling so many lies she'd acquired a zest for lies and quite preferred them to the truth. For a lie had to be invented, "truth" was common property.

Love is what can't be helped. When it waxes, and when it wanes. Love is what happens when you've been looking another way. Love is that sensation of something on the back of your neck, tell yourself it's nothing, a strand of hair, at last you touch it and discover it's an insect—you cast off with a curse.

What've I got to do, to prove how much I love you? Blow us all away?

You love the life you've lived, there is no other. You love the life you've lived, you're an American girl. You believe you have chosen it.

I could talk fast -- that's to say, without hesitating, stammering -- most of the time -- but there were categories of words, sentiments, I could never say, they'd have stuck in my throat. The embarrassment of it even whispering-teasing to Legs for instance 'Yeah you're my heart too!' or 'I love you' or 'I would die for you', nobody ever talked that way, mostly there was just my mother and me and we hardly talked at all.

I wasn't so special, honey. Except that I was your dad, I wasn't so special.

It is very hard to prevail where you are not, in the deepest and most intimate and forgiving of ways, loved. It is very hard to prevail in any case but without this love, it is close to impossible.

The power of a parent to wound, to kill. The power of a parent is terrible.