Quotes About Love

the message of spiritual abuse is always the same: God won't love you, unless ... or God will only love you if ...

Love, son, is not manifest in the gift of gadgets or coddling foods or rooms of one's own. Love shows itself in discipline and example and sacrifice—even giving up one's life.

Love, Colter Shaw had learned, could be an endlessly refillable prescription of madness.

Always thinking. This was one of the reasons he loved her.

That's what happens in love. In the shaded portions where the two spheres of different lives meet, certain fundamentals—moods, loves, fears, angers—can't be hidden. That's the contract.

Loving was playing a Bayesian game now, one modeled on imperfect information.

Steve mellon had told him that love was for poor suckers, and Richard had written on his steamed-up shaving mirror that morning, 'I must be penniless.

Faint heart ne'er won a lady fair.

Fathers don't ask their children's permission to marry. In any case, I'm sure they'll be delighted.

You are so silly sometimes, Jess. I fell in love with you, and I don't give a damn who your

Men often fall in love at first sight

When does that moment come, Emma wondered, when mothers stop kissing their children, and young men start kissing their mothers?

darling,' said Virginia quietly.

when mothers stop kissing their children, and young men start kissing their mothers?

his daughter's success

Words, words, word. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empire. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone. For sixpence a line, I could cause a riot in a nunnery. But now -- I have lost my gift. It's as if my quill is broken, as if the organ of my imagination has dried up, as if the proud -illegible word- of my genius has collapsed.

But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.

He remained heartbroken, which meant one of two things: either his love was pure and true and earthshakingly significant; or he was addicted to feeling forlorn, he liked being heartbroken.

We had loved them, and that they hadn't heard us calling, still do not hear us... calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.

So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.

The lover`s discourse was of an extreme solitude. The solitude was extreme because it wasn`t physical. It was extreme because you felt it while in the company of the person you loved. It was extreme because it was in your head, the most solitary of places.

Every letter was a love letter.

Who are you, anyway? -Just someone who knows, from personal experience, how attractive it can be to think you can save somebody else by loving them.

But, like anyone in love, Madeleine believed that her own relationship was different from every other relationship, immune from typical problems.