Quotes About Love

Men fall in love with their eyes. Women fall in love with their ears.

Call it peace or call it treason, call it love or call it reason, but I ain't marching anymore.

Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind? Well I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind. You know that was the last thing on my mind.

As I sat here. With eyes closed softly I think deeply of "you" And I inhale stars The scent of twinkling light So fresh and alive Sparkling gentle inside me And I want to write this feeling So tentatively As it must be Like writing words on bubbles Delicate and precious Begging them not to disappear Like dreams in the morning ...

White cats are reminder of a world full of love and peace, if cared for glows likes snow on background of setting sun

Every gift, though small, is in reality great, if it be given with affection.

He who loves me, let him follow me.

But love is this really powerful thing that everyone's got if they'd just learn how to accept it. I mean, come on. If it's something we all have to give, and if it's something we all want, doesn't that mean there's exactly enough to go around?

People who fall in love can fall out of it.

And like all the people who lost no one, the tourists, who go to New York to cry over the rubble. I want to tell them to go home and hold their children or their lovers or their parents. I want to tell them that they are using that place as an excuse to be sad and afraid when there will be reason enough for that in their own lives if they just wait.

La mamma, David e io ci sentivamo come incollati insieme finché non ci fu Em. Lei condivideva il sangue di tutti noi e ci rese una vera famiglia. Lei chiuse una specie di cerchio e quando arrivasti tu, ti ci ponesti proprio nel mezzo. Adesso è diverso. Adesso sembra che noi siamo semplicemente il cerchio senza niente in mezzo.

Era completamente diverso con te ed Em, vi teneva sempre in braccio, parlava con voi come foste adulte. Non vado matta per queste cose e gli voglio bene tuttora, ma quando mi abbraccia è diverso da quando lo fa papà. Il mio vero papà è un disastro, ma ogni suo abbraccio mi fa sentire come se non volesse mai lasciarmi andare. Con David sembra sempre che stia domandandosi quando è il momento di lasciarmi andare.

Ti sentì meglio?" Meglio? Quello che volevo chiederle, quello che le avrei chiesto se avessi pensato che lei potesse darmi una risposta utile era "Perché la perdita di qualcuno che ami non dovrebbe distruggerti?

Voglio dire loro di andarsene a casa e abbracciare i loro bambini, o i loro innamorati, o i loro genitori. Devono sapere che stanno usando quel luogo come una scusa per essere tristi e impauriti, senza rendersi conto che nella loro vita non mancheranno le ragioni per esserlo: basta solo aspettare

Tess, ti amo. Apri gli occhi" "Cosa?" "Apri gli occhi" "No. L'altra cosa" "Ti amo" "Davvero?" "Già" "Come lo sai?" "Non lo so. È così e basta" "Anch'io" "Davvero?" "Davvero" Aprii gli occhi e non guardai giù ma dritto verso Jimmy Freeze

sort of like what Mom says marriage is like. She says it's like a job where you know the end product is worthwhile but sometimes you hate getting up early for it every day.

She was emancipated, rebellious, extravagant, decadent, daring, and very much in love with beauty.

When Cindy left Richard that day, she felt truly alive for the first time. As she flew back to Los Angeles, she thought about moving to San Francisco so she could be closer to Richard; for the first time she realized why she had left her husband and Portland, Oregon: she felt that being with Richard, as near to him as possible, "was my destiny.

Marriages on death row occur every four months, and Richard promised her he would tell the prison to put him down for it. The next time they'd be able to wed, he said, was October 3rd.

They say it's worse to see someone you love getting tortured or hurt than being tortured or hurt yourself.

Haven't I been a good father?" he asked Joseph. "I always

And as Anglo-Saxon scholar Stephen Pollington says: 'All our hardiest words – mother, father, land, earth, tree, field, sky, love, hate, live, die, eat, drink, sleep, wake – are Anglo-Saxon words.

As your affection for me can only proceed from your experience and conviction of my fondness for you (for to talk of natural affection is talking nonsense), the only return I desire is, what it is chiefly your interest to make me; I mean your invariable practice of virtue, and your indefatigable pursuit of knowledge. Adieu! and be persuaded that I shall love you extremely, while you deserve it; but not one moment longer.

Think about the love of your life and the countless events that had to happen as they did to bring the two of you together. (...) Once, it was vanishingly unlikely that you two would meet. And yet, you did. What do you make of that? Most people don' think "Wow, what luck!" Instead, they take the sheer improbability of it happening, and the fact it happened, as proof it was meant to happen.