Quotes About Love

Every house where love abides and friendship is a guest, is surely home, and home, sweet home, for there the heart can rest.

The hardest part of being a parent is accepting that not every decision you made for your children benefited them as much as you hoped it would. You do your best and pray it's enough to help them become decent, well-adjusted humans making a difference in the world.

be here if she hadn't decided to have another baby.

he didn't have to carry his pain alone, that the entire town wanted to help. This was a beautiful, comfortable, warm place for him to heal—for Wes to see that life could once more be filled with grace, with beauty. With love.

She'd forgotten how dogs could reach in and grab hold of a person's heart.

I never stopped loving you. Even with everything between us, some part of me always loved you.

that was the very best part of loving someone. Wanting to do anything she could to become the kind of woman who could feel worthy of a man like him.

don't know how to navigate this," she whispered. "Like anything hard in life. You breathe through it for one minute at a time. That becomes ten minutes, then twenty, then an hour. And before you know it, you've made it through another day, then a week, then a month. And if you're lucky, very lucky, you have someone there to hold your hand and help you through.

He's got two. Different mamas, of course. Six months apart. They're the cutest little things. Spittin' image of their daddy. You should see them.

Her mother could win Olympic gold in fussing.

she fully understood the meaning of joy. Sparkle might have his magic snowball that could save Christmas, but the true magic—the only one that really mattered—was love.

him? He deserves to be with the woman he loves. If you've never told him, don't you think he deserves

It was an epitaph in an Irish cemetery and it just seems to fit perfectly. It says, 'Death leaves a heartache difficult to heal. Love leaves sweet memories impossible to steal.

Death leaves a heartache difficult to heal. Love leaves sweet memories impossible to steal

This was the important part of her life, she thought as she headed toward Currant Creek Valley. Her family, her friends, the people she cared about in town.

Every child deserved to grow up in a home filled with warmth and love, not strict rules and harsh discipline.

The mantra of her parents seemed to echo in her head, almost as if they were both talking to her like the angels Olivia had imagined. If they were here, they would have told her the only way to survive heartache and pain this intense was to throw herself into doing something nice for someone else.

Where's Mom?" she asked. Claire gestured to the French doors. "She walked out to your patio to take a phone call. I was assuming it was Harry, since they were all lovey-dovey." "Eww.

so many parts of him live on in Christopher. But love is a funny thing, isn't it? When you open your heart to it once, it becomes that much easier to open it again.

Only that I just happen to be in love with a certain small-town librarian who is the most caring, wonderful woman I've ever met." Nerves danced through her at the words, spiraling in circles like a gleeful child on a summer afternoon. "I... You're what?

inconceivable pain he was about to inflict on people he loved. Claire had been hurt—Layla was dead, for God's sake—because of

anyone who has no feelings for animals has a dead heart.

He vowed that the thought of her should continue ever before him to help him keep his hands as clean as a man might in this desperate trade upon which he was embarking. And so, although he might entertain no delusive hope of ever winning her for his own, of ever seeing her again, yet the memory of her was to abide in his soul as a bitter-sweet, purifying influence. The love that is never to be realized will often remain a man's guiding ideal.

Dragostea ce nu ajunge sa se materializeze niciodata ramane adesea idealul care-l ghideaza pe om.