Quotes About Love

she couldn't stand to look up another profile on that awful internet dating site and find another middle-aged, bald, chubby man staring smugly at her out of the computer screen, demanding a 'slim lady who takes care of herself, for snuggles and long walks along the beach'. Yes, she wanted this child to love her and approve of her and save her from snuggles with chubby, smug men.

But love 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 – that sort of a love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

Each time she fell out of love with him, he saw it happen and waited it out.

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.

Their children had bound them together in a way that she knew didn't always happen to other couples. Sharing stories about their children—laughing about them, wondering about their futures—was one of the greatest pleasures of her marriage. She'd married John-Paul because of the father she knew he would one day be.

All that shiny love stuff doesn't seem relevant anymore. That's for other younger, thinner, happier people, and besides which, it's not actually possible for a dried apricot to shine.)

Bad boys don't bring you coffee in bed, I'll tell you that for free.

family life could be so dramatic

They had made love for the first time just the other night at his place. The children were with her mother. (The night before she hit her head.) It was beautiful. Well, okay, it was awkward. (For example, he seemed to think he should lick her toes. Where had he got such an idea? It tickled unbearably, and she accidentally kicked him in the nose.)

When he first met her odd, detached parents he understood that Heather had grown up starved of love, and when you're starved of something you should receive in abundance, you never quite trust it.

She didn't believe in alternate realities. She believed in the transcendent power of love, memory and imagination. 'Anything is possible.

As soon as he woke he'd be desperate to give Celeste his gift. He loved giving presents. The first time she knew she wanted to marry him was when she saw the anticipation on his face, watching his mother open a birthday present he'd bought for her. "Do you like it?" he'd burst out as soon she tore the paper, and his family had all laughed at him for sounding like a big kid.

They smiled at each other. Jane looked away. She picked up her mug of tea and took a sip even though it was all gone. The doorbell rang. "That will be Celeste," said Madeline. Great, thought Jane, continuing to pretend-sip her empty mug of tea. Now I'll be in the presence of both great love and great beauty.

But then there were the other times, unexpected quiet moments, where they'd catch each other's eyes, and all the years of hurt and joy, bad times and good times, seemed to fuse into a feeling that she knew was so much stronger, more complex and real, than any of those fledgling feelings for Dominick, or even the love she'd first felt for Nick in those early years.

He told Harry that he had to win prize money so his sister could get some kind of life-saving medicine. Dumb kid thought he was playing to save his sister's life. No wonder he cheated. If he'd stayed with me, I would have found out and put a stop to

She's very loving—maybe too loving. I remember her squatting down in the kitchen saying, 'Hello, little fella,' and we all looked down and saw she was trying to pat a cockroach. Mum nearly dropped dead on the spot.

staring at herself in speckled mirrors with a dizzy feeling of dissociation as she tried to work out who she really was without people who loved her to reflect back her personality.

Separation anxiety was the very first label Joy heard applied to her oldest child, the first of many labels she'd hear over the years, but Joy had felt no sense of foreboding when she heard that first one. She'd felt foolish pride: my child can't bear to be separated from me! That's how much she loves me. Amy used to cling to her like a koala, her face pressed against Joy's collarbone.

The sort of girl who merrily stirred up trouble for you and you still loved her.

Her mother could always charm her, even at the worst times. Just when Erika thought she was done, that was it, she could take no more, her mother charmed her back into loving her. Her

Grandchildren would be her second chance to get it right. Now she had the time and the eggs to spare, and she would be present with her grandchildren.

There was nothing Joy could do to change the outcome of her children's lives, any more than she could have changed the outcome of their matches, no matter how hard

Even really horrible children probably looked beautiful when they slept.

send a message back through time to her fourteen-year-old self: "Don't worry, it all works out. You get a personality, you get a job, you work out what to do with your hair, and you get a boy who thinks you're beautiful.