Quotes About Love

Give me four days. If I'm not back in four days you'll know I'm dead. For that only shall keep me. Oh! Bess, I'll come back. There's danger—I wouldn't lie to you—but I can take care of myself.

That you should save me—be so good and kind—want to make me happy—why, it's beyond belief. No wonder I'm wretched at the thought of your leaving me. But I'll be wretched and bitter no more. I promise you.

And the reason that she did not falter and fail in this terrible situation was because her despair, great as it was, did not equal her love.

Unless you begin to control your temper, to forget yourself, to kill your wild impulses, to be kind, to learn what love is--you'll never last!...

Yes. Love of man for woman—love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.

I will live them. I will have faith and hope and love, for I am his daughter, she said.

Good and evil began to seem incomprehensibly blended in her judgment. It was her belief that evil could not come forth from good; yet here was a murderer who dwarfed in gentleness, patience, and love any man she had ever known.

Când iubeÈ™ti pe cineva îi simÈ›i durerea.

She would brush her hair and cry, just imagine, I was sure it was something psychological, something that could be cured by love, you know how difficult it is to realize that some pains can't be cured by love?

When two people meant for each other refuse to accept their vocation, they sentence themselves to a life full of hatred and blame and everyone is to blame for their missed opportunity.

fiindc? viaÈ›a al?turi de o femeie care aproape c? murise din dragoste e un joc în care îÈ›i eÈ™ti adversar È›ie însuÈ›i, È™i în nici un caz nu e un joc pe care-l joci în favoarea ta.

If this was cynical, then we must allow that all courtship is cynical.

sense from what Sheba has told me that these dates, beneath their surface larkiness, were rather tense for her. In the classroom or on the heath with Connolly, she could believe that theirs was a beautiful, forbidden love—something sweet and fine and, if only the circumstances were tweaked, infinitely viable. Out in the world, she was forced to recognise their radical oddness as a couple.

Now that I've found you, it scares me witless to think of anything happening. To you. I'm not used to being... afraid. A sudden realization came to her, So this is love, she said quietly. The daily prospect of joy or disaster

You don't have to fight anyone for me, she said. Except you. Oh God. He leveled her with a few words and searing looks. She felt herself in a dizzying plunge, wanting the flight, worried about the landing. I give as much as I am able, she said. I know, he answered.

You mean, she breathed, you're in love with me? I don't care what words anyone uses, he growled, stopping his pace to stand in front of her. Use the words of all the languages you know. Or make some up. Doesn't matter. What matters is that I want to be with you forever. Only you. And I hope to God, he said his voice rough as he stroked her hair, her face, that you only want me. There was no glib charm now, only the raw truthh of his heart, laid bare before her.

I'm praying, he thought to himself.  He'd never been one for church, preferring to take his divine inspiration from what surrounded him.  But lying here with Olivia, touching her reverently, he felt something shift inside him, something large and profound, as though he'd finally learned the answer to a riddle he'd been trying to solve. 

Give me your pain, love,' he said holding her against the steady beat of his heart. 'Let me take it for you.

She exhaled, then gave a small smile, and kissed him. They held each other close. Despite the fact that the fire wasn't lit in this room, leaving it chilled, heat spread through him. Heat he and Ada made together. The world was a cold place, but they could keep each other warm.

But now, she was in Michael's arms. When they kissed, the world fell away, fluttering off like soot-dusted moths. She knew only him, and the heat they created even in the depths of winter.

Any man would be daft not to want you." Her laugh was low and rueful. "Wanting and loving are very different. I know that men can want quite easily.

Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking. The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.

She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight.

He looked like the love thoughts of women.