Quotes About Love

Heather had grown up starved of love, and when you're starved of something you should receive in abundance, you never quite trust it.

I remember thinking about how mothers were prepared to run into burning buildings to save their children's lives. I thought I should be able to go through a bit more suffering, a bit more inconvenience to give my children life. It made me feel noble. But now I realize I'm a crazy woman running into a burning house for children who don't exist.

Stick with the nice boys...bad boys don't bring you coffee in bed, I'll tell you that for free.

She wanted to be falling in love, not trying to fix a broken relationship. She wanted to be someone's first choice, not their second.

When you were young you talked about "falling in love" with such amusing gravity, as if it were an actual recordable event, when what was it really? Chemicals. Hormones. A trick of the mind. She could have fallen in love with Connor. Easily. Falling in love was easy. Anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky.

But then she just got tired of hating him and started loving him again. It was easier.

How could she not be with someone forever when even their feet-his huge, not especially attractive feet, with their long hairy toes-felt like home?

I'll tell you something, something important. Write this down. You ready?' 'Yes, yes, I'm ready.' 'Love is a decision.' 'Love is a decision?' 'That's right. A decision. Not a feeling. That's what you young people don't realise.

Their uptight concerns about what other people thought seemed like such a waste. Why had they been so careful and contained with their love?

If she was handing over a slice of her heart, she wanted the exact same size given back in return. Actually, she really preferred a bigger piece, thank you very much.

He's the first person I want to tell when somebody upsets me; my foot pressing on the accelerator, desperate to get home from work just to tell him, the moment I tell him, the moment his face lights up with fury on my behalf, it's better, it's fixed.

No one warned you that having children reduced you right down to some smaller, rudimentary, primitive version of yourself, where your talents and your education and your achievements meant nothing.

she tried to work out who she really was without people who loved her to reflect back her personality.

It was just so very surprising that the good-looking, worried man who had just offered her a cup of tea, and was right now working at his computer down the hallway, and who would come running if she called him, and who loved her with all of his strange heart, would in all probability one day kill her.

It was good to remember that for every horrible memory from her marriage, there was also a happy one.

Don't let your heart be a casualty of your head.

Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But love after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best—well, that sort of a love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

For the first time in her sixty-nine years she felt the fear: the fear every woman knows is always waiting for her, the possibility that lurks and scuttles in the shadows of her mind, even if she's spent her entire life being so tenderly loved and protected by good men.

Why weren't they just overcome with joy every time they looked at those kids? Why in the world were they divorcing?

Abigail is having a 'beautiful experience' with Bonnie at the homeless shelter," Madeline said to Ed. Ed took his pillow off his face. "That's revolting," he said. "I know," said Madeline. This is why she loved him.

You weren't meant to admit, even to yourself, how badly you wanted love. The man was meant to be the icing, not the cake.

You're like a favorite pillow. I have to pack you wherever I go.

És como uma almofada preferida. Tenho de te levar para todo o lado.

Had they both been suffering a form of temporary insanity? It was a defense for murder, after all; why not for married couples? Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation.