Quotes About Love

Instead, I try to imagine someone she might fall in love with. Maybe it will be a merrow, and he will give her the gift of breathing underwater and a crown of pearls and take her to his bed under the sea. Actually, that sounds amazing. Maybe I am making all the wrong choices.

The more you love her, the crazier you get. My love was great. My crimes were greater.

I love you," Severin said, looking up, looking at nothing at all. "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.

Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's heart.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

I hope Cardan misses me. page 225

Do you know what the Turkish say about coffee? It should be black as hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.

There are no words for how much I will miss her, but I try to kiss her so that she'll know. I try to kiss her to tell her the whole story of my love, the way I dreamed of her when she was dead, the way that every other girl seemed like a mirror that showed me her face. The way my skin ached for her. The way that kissing her made me feel like I was drowning and like I was being saved all at the same time. I hope she can taste all that, bittersweet, on my tongue.

Ben was taking her through the storm of grief. He was singing her through the rage and despair. He was singing her through the terrible loneliness, because there was no way to shut off grief, no way to cast it aside or fight against it. The only way to end grief was to go through it. As she realized that, his song began to change. It grew softer, sweeter, like the morning after a long cry, when your head still hurt but your heart was no longer broken.

It's you I love. I spent so much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, scabrous thing. But it is yours. You probably guessed as much. But just in case you didn't.

Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must. Just come home. Cardan

Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones.

When we fall that first time, we're not really in love with the girl. We're in love with being in love. We've got no idea what she's really about—or what she's capable of. We're in love with our idea of her and of who we become around her. We're idiots.

El te odia. Incluso si te desea, te odia. Tal vez te odia más por eso.

He leans in and closes his eyes. "Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I am shocked into silence.

He reaches up and presses my hand to his face. ¨Its funny, isnt it, how i mocked you for your mortality when you´re certain to outlive me.¨ ¨You´re not going to die,¨ I insist. Page 289

I've loved you from the first hour of our meeting. I loved you and despaired. Before I die, I want you to know that.

This is weakness, to put fear above ambition, above family, above love, but it feels good. It feels like being powerful.

Happiness isn't something to carefully measure out in spoonfuls as though it's medicine. I don't need you to suffer to prove your love, and I definitely don't need you to hide your suffering. I want to shoulder half our burden.

I have, for mortals, the feeling of falling in love is very much like the feeling of fear.

His words were still clear in her mind from that first meeting. "Whoever eats this will love you." She looked into the mirror, at her birthmark, bright as blood, at her kiss-stung lips, at the absurd smile stretching across her face. Carefully separating out the crushed pieces of shell, she pulled the dried pulp free from its cage of veins. Piece by piece, she put the sweet brown fruit in her own mouth and swallowed it down.

Some people are ridiculous, especially when it comes to love.

I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.

In those stories, one is often asked to do something unimaginably terrible to the creature. Cut off it's head, say. A test. Not a test of love. A test of trust. Trust lifts the spell.