Quotes About Love

This is why we love stories, and love them from an early age: Nothing bad ever lasts in stories. And this is ultimately why we love life, too--because nothing bad ever lasts in life, not with the same intensity with which it initially appears. If we pay attention, stories can teach us that.

I want love to conquer all. But love can't anything. It can't do anything in its own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

But in the short term, siblings are at best a hassle and at worst a terror.

you've gotta learn to love the falling, because it's all about falling.

I wanted love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on its own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

Kids don't really get to hear their parents giggle enough if you ask me...

By losing myself to her, I gain her.

Imperceptible, adj. We stopped counting our relationship in dates (first date, second date, fifth, date, seventh) and started counting it in months. That might have been the first true commitment, this shift in terminology. We never talked about it, but we were at a party and someone asked how long we`d been together, and when you said, A month and a half," I knew we had gotten there.

When the heart stops, you die. Love is everywhere that life is, and if there is no love for life, you die. Giving up on love is the same thing as giving up on life itself.

This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it's just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that is how it is, this is how it will be.

Maybe there is 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.

People take love's continuity for granted, just as they take their body's continuity for granted.

Así que, un día cuando dos hombres pasaron por delante de ellos tomados de la mano, Austin dijo:—Oye podríamos ser nosotros dentro de diez años. Y Hugo dijo:—O de diez meses. Y Austin dijo:—O de diez días. Y Hugo dijo:—O de diez minutos. Y Austin dijo:—O de diez segundos. Entonces, contaron hasta diez y se tomaron de la mano y no se soltaron durante el resto del día.

I cried because I am starting to realize that to love someone, to really love them deeply, is to want them to be family.

I have never wanted a lover. In order to have a lover, I must go back to the root of the word. For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

hang me/like a dead rose/preserve me/and my petals won't fall/until you touch them/and i dissolve

I would be a slave to achieve the maid whose sudden sight has thrilled my wounded eye.

People take love's continuity for granted...

and i'm thinking, aren't i supposed to be the one who's freaking out here? tiny is going to be the first b-b-b- (i can't do it) boy-f-f-f (c'mon, will) boyf-boyf (here we go) boyfriend of mine that she's ever met.

There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesn't pass, that's it -- you're done. And if the moment does pass, it never goes that far. It stands in the distance, ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes it's even there when you thought you were searching for something else, like an escape route, or your lover's face.

I should have felt proud, but instead I felt awful. That I had let him down so many times, that I had been a horrible brother. That he loved me anyway. That maybe he knew more about life than I did, even if I'd had more experience. Because knowing about life is really about knowing how it should be, not just how it is.

indelible, adj. That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising, I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.

But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend, and I immediately decided to spend it on you.

Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.