Quotes About Love

I loved my parents and wanted to make them proud of me - but no longer at the cost of my own happiness.

This look Jason gives me…tell me a little more about that." She shrugged. "He looks like he adores you, like crossing the hallway and knocking on your door crosses his mind sometimes.

How do you get a boyfriend?" I asked. "If I knew that, I'd have one," Bird said.

It was a long while later before I heard footsteps on the stairs. Jason looked into the game room, grinned, and opened the door. "I was hoping I'd find you here." "What took you so long?" He held up the DVD for The Rookie and a bag from Ben & Jerry's. Grinning, I patted the love seat. We could be together in the house without getting into trouble. At least, we could try.

I started falling for you as soon as you bumped into me. I knew I could be a goner so easily." "Really?" "Oh, yeah. And when I pictured you in shoulder pads and a helmet--" I shoved his shoulder. "You did not!" "Oh, yeah, I did. And I thought, of all the girls in this town, she is the one that I absolutely can't find fascinating.

Do you need anything?" I asked. With a little moan, he swung his legs off the couch, making room for me. "I would say just you but that sounds way too corny." "I like corny," I said, as I sat on the couch beside him.

Hey, come here," Josh said. He was sitting on the love seat looking out the window. "What is it?" I asked, walking over. "The lights are out. You can't see anything out there." "I know." He wrapped his hand around my arm and pulled me down until I was nestled between his thighs, my back to his chest. "I just wanted to hold you.

Then I felt arms come around me and pull me close. "Hey," Jason said, kissing my neck before parking his chin on my shoulder. Smiling brightly, I turned around in his arms. "Great game." "Thanks." "You hit a home run," I said, like maybe he hadn't realized it.

You know what I figured out during the last week?" he asked. "What?" "Snow and winter, they go together." I snuggled more closely against him. "Yeah, we do." Sneaux and Wynter--we definitely go together.

Another explosion of fireworks filled the sky. The colors faded away and then…a burst of red, bang , a burst of white, bang , a burst of blue, bang. I was sure more followed, because I could hear the distant booms but I was no longer watching the fireworks. Jason was kissing me, and we were creating our own.

He's my boyfriend." "I'm starting to hate that term. 'My boyfriend.

Bird, however, insists that my desire for a career in sports reporting has nothing to do with my love of sports. "It's your other love: guys. You want to know what really goes on in the locker room, and you want to get up close and personal with those towel-wrapped hotties." Her theory is a lot closer to the truth than I like to admit, because it makes me seem less than noble in my pursuit of a higher education.

Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy.

Men act out like they're horrified by marriage, but when they find the woman of their dreams, they love it.

I'm a dreadful romantic. No matter what I go through in life, I want to fall in love with a man.

But we didn't love each other," he said matter-of-factly. It upset her to hear him say it. Someone should love her. Even her children-- they needed her, but she was the one who did the loving.

Love isn't rest. Love requires you, from time to time, to rip up your soul and replant it. To dare your lover to do the same. To muster sympathy where it seemed impossible. To be, perpetually, two kids joining hands, drawing breath, and deep diving.

She'd spent the decades barricading herself from life, setting the conditions for love so high no one else could ever meet them. Few, in fact, had made any effort. It was a simple thing, in the end, to hide in plain sight. The world did not prevent you from becoming what you were determined to become.

Love must be, then, an act of truth-telling, a baring of mind and spirit just as ardent as the baring of the body. Truth and passion were one, and each impossible without the other.

For every loyalty, whether to self or community, does impose a blindness, and each love does threaten to blur vision, as few can bear to see truth if it harm that which is dear to us.

The greatest act of love—indeed, the only religion she could comprehend—was to speak the truth about the world. Love must be, then, an act of truth-telling, a baring of mind and spirit just as ardent as the baring of the body. Truth and passion were one, and each impossible without the other.

I was doing that thing the infatuated do, stitching destiny onto the person we want stitched to us.

The desire for love is universal but that has never meant it's worthy of respect. It's not admirable to want love, it just is.

People who are harder to love pose a challenge, and the challenge makes them easier to love. You're driven to love them. People who want their love easy don't really want love.