Quotes About Love

ibis in crucem ('you shall go to the cross')

Yeah, the whole family knows. It's no big deal. One night at dinner I said, 'Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.' It was easier for her to understand that way.

Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.

And yet my heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the undersea. It was yours before I could ever admit it, and yours it shall ever remain.

Sweet Jude, you're my dearest punishment

I hate you," I breathed into his mouth. "I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.

I love my parents' murderer; I suppose I could love anyone.

I start to speak, but he stops me with a gesture. "And you." He looks at me, his lips curving in something that's not quite a smile; it's more and less than that. "I knew little else, but I always knew you." And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again.

You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.

Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god… Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment

Yeah, the whole family knows. It's no big deal. One night at dinner I said, 'Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.' It was easier for her to understand that way.

You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words," he says. "You don't want me dead.

And the single last thing in my head: that I like him better than I've ever liked anyone and that of all the things he's ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she'll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news. They will drink you down like a shot of whisky. Falling in love with them is like falling down a flight of stairs. What no one told me, with all those warnings, is that even after you've fallen, even after you know how painful it is, you'd still get in line to do it again.

I love you like in the storybooks. I love you like in the ballads. I love you like a lightning bolt. I've loved you since the third month you came and spoke with me. I loved that you made me want to laugh. I loved the way you were kind and the way you would pause when you spoke, as though you were waiting for me to answer you. I love you and I am mocking no one when I kiss you, no one at all.

You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.

A heart of stone can still be broken.

That boy is your weakness.