Quotes About Love

Late afternoon arrives, and I'm still unshowered and in my robe. The feel and smell and taste of Esben are all over me, and I love it.

I'm afraid that when we hit the ground, this will be over. We'll land and this feeling between us will vanish. That you won;t feel it any longer. I can't stand that thought.

Our lives and the love we share are the saving graces of that night.

Sometimes love is not enough, and it doesn't matter how much you want it. Want him. And even if nobody else compares to that person, it doesn't mean that you're supposed to be with him.

It's totally fine. I'm just giving you a hard time. I was young and in love once, so I have a vague memory of it. I get it.

I'll take you in any condition, but you may feel better after a shower.

How you find love means nothing. It's what you do with it when you see it that does. And

We grew up together. That means I'd do anything for you.

I'm going to fall so deeply in love with you that I won't know where I stop and where you begin, and I'll never come back from that. And I don't want to.

I want to know what it feels like to fall so deeply in love that I can never come out of it … I want to be so engulfed and so intrinsically tied to another person … I want that with you.

It doesn't matter that we live together, that I'm with him every single day. I have the same strong reaction, the same unyielding surge of love that rips through me, every time I see him.

My heart is a stupid asshole.

Some people believe in God; I believe in Chris. So

Let your world as you know it be blown to bits because you fall heart-crushingly head-over-heels for someone.

Good. I think I'm falling for you too. Let's not pull this chute.

That might be true, but love comes from the way differences interact. How personalities interact. How we bounce off of each other, challenge each other, and how we push and pull. It's through those tensions that we connect with others and with ourselves. And it's how we fall in love.

This is all sorts of fucked up." "I know, baby. I know. But the best kind of fucked up.

I want him to feel, even in sleep, that I am crazy about him. That I am unfailingly devoted to him.

She pictures love as a pond to be stepped into, swum around in, and then climbed out of and toweled off before getting too chilly.

Instead she squeezes Mary's arm and appreciates her kindness. Her understanding. This is why people have children, even when they believe the world is going to hell, even when life is nothing but uncertainty. In hopes of being understood.

Pour your scotch on the rocks and drink your misery down. Go home and make love to her and picture me, picture me. Yeah, picture me!

I was like a lot of women who get their wish: I loved being a mom, I just didn't love being me.

In the end only kindness matters.

If you love somebody; You better let it out; Don't hold it back; While you're trying to figure it out; Cause the only real pain a heart can ever know; Is the sorrow of regret; When you don't let your feelings show. So, did you say it, Did you mean it?