Quotes About Love

more than anything, i hate you because i think about you often. it's disgusting and i can't stop

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

He hates you, even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you all the more for it.

Bésame de nuevo. Bésame hasta que esté harto de ello.

I hated you," Jude reassures him, bringing her mouth to his.

loved him and he's dead and gone and bones. I loved him and they took him away from me. Where is he? Where is he? Dead and gone and

Dime otra vez lo que dijiste en la fiesta- dice. -¿Qué?- Apenas puedo pensar. -Que me odias, -dice con voz ronca- dime que me odias.

Looking over at the lump of comforter and jackets and shadow where Gavriel was hiding, she took a deep breath. "I won't leave you," she told Aidan. "I promise." No one else was going to get killed today, not if she could save them. Certainly not someone she'd once thought she loved, even if he was a jerk. Not some dead boy full of good advice. And she hoped not herself, either.

They say that he can talk flowers into opening their petals at night, as though his face were that of the sun. He'll steal your heart.

She loved him so much that it already hurt. It already felt like he'd broken her heart.

La lealtad y el amor no se pueden exigir.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." ? Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

Many nights I drifted off to sleep to his rumbling voice reading from a book of battle strategy. And despite myself, despite what he'd done and what he was, I came to love him. I do love him. It's just not a comfortable kind of love.

Love is stupid. All we do is break one another´s hearts.¨ ¨Yeah,¨ I say, thinking again of Cardan. page 31-32

But love was also transforming. I knew that from fairy tales. It could turn you back from a cat or a frog or a beast. Probably it could turn you into those things, too.

Sweet Jude. You are my dearest punishment.

That boy is your weakness. Page 128

And you will still love him, mortal girl, long after his feelings evaporate like morning dew.

I am used to girls screaming, and your screams- your screams will be sweeter than another's cries of love.

My chest hurts, looking at him. I feel like I can't breathe. Though he is in front of me, the pain of losing him hasn't faded.

Neither loyalty nor love should be compelled.

I spent 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 and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not. Even if it hurts. Maybe being human isn't always being weak.

He cuts his gaze toward his unpredictable mortal High Queen, whose wild brown hair is blowing around her face, whose amber eyes are alight when she looks at him. They are two people who ought to have, by all rights, remained enemies forever. He can't believe his good fortune, can't trace the path that got him here.