Quotes About Love

A woman wants to be adored but she doesn't want reverence.

She grabbed a towel from the rail and wrapped it around him, lifting him straight out of the bath, kicking and screaming. She carried him into his bedroom and laid him with elaborate care on the bed because she was terrified she might throw him against the wall.

Before meeting your baby it is impossible to know how profound the feeling of love is and how intense the anxious feelings about your baby's survival and well-being can be. —Baby Love, "Australia's Baby-Care Classic," by Robin Barker

Porque en tus hijos hay algo que saca al niño que hay en ti. Nada ni nadie puede sacarte de quicio como tu hijo.

Now for the first time she understood that her mother wasn't resisting love so much as bearing it. Now she knew that you could love so much it literally hurt: an actual pain in the center of her chest.

Having a baby had been like starting a demanding new job and beginning a passionate love affair and moving to a new country with a different language and culture all at the same time. The baby filled her mind, her heart and her senses. She wanted to inhale her, to gobble her up.

It was similar to that intense way you felt when you were newly in love, or newly pregnant, or driving a car on your own for the very first time. Everything felt significant.

too young and happy to know that love wasn't enough; too young to know all the ways that life could break you. Their son's death broke her. Maybe a son's death broke any mother.

He would die for his daughter. But sometimes he wouldn't pick up the phone for her.

Her life has so much joy. That was an actual verifiable fact.

She hadn't realized that you could spend your whole life looking at the people you loved in an oblique, halfhearted way, as if you were deliberately blurring your vision, until something like this happened, and then just looking at that person could be terrifying.

They could fall in love with fresh new people, or they could have the courage and humility to tear off some essential layer of themselves and reveal to each other a whole new level of 'otherness', a level far beyond what sort of music they liked.

Falling in love was easy. Anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky. She

She used to think that success was like gold, worth sifting through mud for, and that love would always be there, waiting somehow on the riverbanks for her when she was done panning. She couldn't imagine now why she thought that, given her background. She ought to have recognized love's scarcity early on. If success were gold, lying in rivers, love was a diamond, buried hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the earth and unrecognizable in its natural form.

This was just a glitch in an otherwise perfect relationship. Every relationship had its glitches. Its ups, its downs.

lately with work, and, you know, the baby thing. Obviously it would never happen again and he was very, very, very sorry and he loved her so much and God, it was such a relief to have this

Every relationship has its quixotic rules. You just had to follow them.

looked back tenderly and condescendingly at herself a year ago: all that unnecessary drama! There was enough love to go around for everyone.

It was like I woke up when he was born. It was like he had nothing to do with that night.

He didn't say he forgave her, but she took it as forgiveness. A younger couple might have spent months in counseling talking it through, but she knew they were done with it. Move on. Once you've hit a ball there's no point watching to see where it's going. You can't change its flight path now. You have to think about your next move. Not what you should have done. What you do now. She had betrayed him. He chose to still love her. There was nothing more to say.

Jatuh cinta itu mudah. Semua orang bisa jatuh cinta. Yang sulit adalah bertahan.

A vision of Perry hitting her would flash into her head, and it would seem impossible, fantastical, absurd - even if it had happened the night before - and along with the disbelief would come shame, because she knew it must somehow be her fault, because this was a good, loving famil and she was the outsider....

I'm using you to help me not think about my husband,' she clarified. She wanted him to understand. 'Tess. Honey. Do you think I don't I don't know that?' Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.

Motherhood and marriage had made her a soft, spongy version of the girl she used to be.