Quotes About Love

I love you-I do-but I am afraid of making that love too important. Because you're always going to leave me, A. We can't deny it. You're always going to leave.

It's as simple as that. Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

breathtaking , adj . Those mornings when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.

A year. A thousand kisses. And now a thousand one, a thousand two. There are so many other place we could have ended up, but I have to believe none of them would have felt this right. All I want is you is not entirely true. I want so much more, and with you I think I can get it.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

You know what's a great metaphor for love? Sleeping beauty. Because you have to plow through this incredible thicket of thorns in order to get to beauty, and even then, when you get there, you still have to wake her up. — Tiny Cooper

I want to believe there is a somebody out there just for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

Because the song is us and the song is her and this time I'm going to use her name. Norah, Norah, Norah - no rhymes really. Just truth. I shouldn't want the song to end. I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

And still, for all the jealously, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we're together. That someone like me could find someone like you --- it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events.

The important people in our lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart. There's not getting over that.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.

I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.

Love doesn't have to be on Valentine's Day. It doesn't have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn't have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn't have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third day. It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirt. It just has to be.

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

that's it - hundreds of texts and conversations, thousands upon thousands of words spoken and sent, all boiled down into a single line. is that what relationships become?

If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.

And I find myself saying, "It wasn't really about her." And finding it's true. What do you mean?" Norah asks. It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.

tiny: maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. it's gonna hurt. it's gonna hurt because it matters.

Maybe, it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

ethereal , adj . You leaned your head into mine, and I leaned my head into yours. Dancing cheek to cheek. Revolving slowly, eyes closed, heartbeat measure, nature's hum. It lasted the length of an old song, and then we stopped, kissed, and my heart stayed there, just like that.

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

I've never understood why looking hot had to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can't a person look hot and not have it mean something? Call me an old-fashioned Naomi bitch, but I'm holding out for true love. Even if it's an unattainable fantasy

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.