Quotes About Love

Love means never having to lose your limbs.

You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

You never told me what you saw in him, not convincingly.

I'm not in love with you.

We've all done this —created our mix-and-match families, our homemade safety nets.

Be honest and don't pretend you're not falling truly, madly, and deeply for this guy. Denial will get you in trouble.

Love me less,but love me for a long time.

If I woke up in a different body every day--if you never knew what I was going to look like tomorrow--would you still love me?

I had forgotten this about love: how the simple things- the turn away, the turn towards- could be so complicated, and how the complicated things- the stolen night, the right words- could be so simple.

How could this happen? some of our parents asked us near the end. We knew what they were really asking, and some of us found the grace to say, It was nothing you did.

At least I'd learn the lesson that friends can make up for the failings of your family.

I'm just looking for someone, I hedge. Aren't we all? Infinite Darlene vamps ruefully. I think I'm off the hook, but then she adds, Is it someone special? It's nothing, I say, crossing my fingers. I pray that it's not nothing.

I never thought I would end up with someone who wasn't possessed by music in the same way I am.

On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that. I honestly believe that. I think we saw the way humanity works on that day, and while some of it was horrifying, so much of it was good.

All the quips in the world couldn't prevent Oscar Wilde from becoming a lovesick fool.

We watch them grow, with sadness and amazement and fear. We have stepped away, but not entirely away. They know this. They sense it. We are no longer here, but we are not yet gone. And we will be like that for the rest of their lives. We watch, and they surprise us. We watch, and they surpass us.

The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations—all of them rearranging themselves so that this precise, remarkable intersection could happen.

It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you.

You grabbed my hand and twirled me around, two sidewalk sweethearts. Then, very earnestly, you stopped, leaned over, and whispered, You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.

When we embrace, one of us is always holding the other a little tighter.

I didn't tell any of my friends about our first date. I waited until after our second, because I wanted to make sure it was real. I wouldn't believe it had happened until it had happened again. Then, later on, I would be overwhelmed by the evidence, by all the lines connecting you to me, and us to love.

It's when you walk around the apartment in my boxers when you don't know I'm awake. And then that grin, when you do know I'm awake. You spend so much time in the morning making sure every hair is in place. But I have to tell you: I like it most like this, haphazard, sleep-strewn, disarrayed.

With that right person, you can have a late-night conversation at any time of the day.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you're trapped.