Quotes About Love

And for a moment he simply held her and she held onto him. It might have been the most perfect moment of his life so far.

Murmured to him nonsense, which is the language of love

Once I have the target in my sights, he said, close to her ear, I think of what I love most in the world. What will happen if I miss? Will they be harmed? Will they go hungry? Will I see them again? He paused at length. Because I've learned that once you know what truly matters in life, and once you know who and what you truly love, then you know who you are...and your aim will always be true.

Sometimes the only choices we have, even the ones made out of love, isolate us.

All the shiny surfaces reflected the other shiny surfaces, as though the house was in love with itself and couldn't stop winking and preening.

It hurt. And just as there seemed to be no end in the kinds of pleasure he could give or to the ways in which she loved him, and because of this, no end to the way he could hurt her, again and again and again.

And she reached out with trembling fingers and touched one of the roses. It was, surprisingly... unconscionably soft. A message was sent along with it, Miss Genevieve. Harriet handed over the sheet of folded foolscap, closed with a blob of wax. No seal was pressed into it. Genevieve slid her finger beneath it to break the seal. 'My esteemed Venus- These reminded me of you. In my dreams, your lips are just this soft. - Your devoted servant, Mars

Love.' What a wilderness of pain, of yearning, of loss could be contained in that word. Patient and kind nonsense, is how Lady Fennimore had put it. Love wasn't for cowards; he wondered if it was for the wise. He supposed love itself made you stupid at first, or no one, no one would ever fall in love at all.

One minute with her is better than a lifetime with anyone else.

Why does anyone love anyone?" she said. He shifted on the bench and blew out a breath. "I don't know. I know it's the only thing that makes life bearable. And it's the only thing that makes life unbearable.

They really 'did,' you know, he said softly, suddenly. Did? She was puzzled. The roses. Remind me of you. They're precisely the sort of flowers you ought to have. Those spectacular, throbbing, lush blooms that now stood guard over her bed. With petals unconscionably soft.

But she bravely kept her eyes open; she was both lost and found in the soft, burning depths of his eyes.

Everything has a rhythm, Moncrieffe couldn't help but think, watching. The sea, our breathing, our anguish, our love. We couldn't endure the force of any of it all at once.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

the man of my dreams is a girl.

I've never been afraid of the dark. I'm more afraid of the day, of people. I love the night. The solitude. Well, I don't love it. I don't feel love. I hate people, so I hope when I get there it isn't crowded. I hope the light is a momentary phenomenon and the other side is completely black. And silent.

What did you say to the messanger mi'lady? Do you remember the exact words of your last proposal? I probably said, Will you marry me? Connor smiled. He pulled her toward him, lowered his head and kissed her just long enough to stun her. He lifted his head then, looked into her eyes, and finally spoke to her. Yes Brenna. I will marry you.

You take my heart with you, my loving captor. Nay, Madelyne. I am your captive in body and soul.

Papa, do you like my new friend? Frances Catherine asked when they were halfway across the field. I surely do. Can I keep her? For the love of...No, you can't keep her. She isn't a puppy. You can be her friend, though, he hastily added before his daughter could argue with him. Forever, papa? She 'd asked her father that question, but Judith answered her. Forever, she shyly whispered. Frances Catherine reached across her father's chest to take hold of Judith's hand. Forever, she pledged.

He held her gaze steady while he summarized her promises. "She will honor me, protect me, obey me only when she believes I'm being reasonable—but I shouldn't hold out hope that that day will ever come—try to love me before she's an old woman, and I'd better get it straight in my mind that she will respect me until or unless I do something to prove I'm not worthy, and God save me then. Have I left anything out, Brenna?

Yet you told him you loved him? Yes, I did. Bridgid was clearly impressed. You're more courageous than I am. The fear of being rejected pains me to even think about, yet you boldly told Brodick how you felt, even though he hadn't spoken his feelings. Actually, he told me I loved him.

physical beauty should have no importance in a lasting relationship.

It's a shame you know, he called over his shoulder. What's a shame? Duncan asked. That I didn't capture her first. Duncan smiled. Nay, Edmond, it was a blessing. God's truth, I would have taken her from you.

For though Duncan was a mere mortal, flawed as well, he'd accomplished a daring feat. Aye, he'd captured an angel. And she belonged to him.