Quotes About Love

When we are being compassionate, we consider another's circumstance with love rather than judgement... To be compassionate is to move into the right here, right now with an open heart consciousness and a willingness to be supportive.

There's no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.

The most important thing she'd learned over the years was that there was no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.

It was as close as I had ever come to having power over someone, and I equated it with love.

I love men. They Taste like Chicken

FINANCIAL TIP For guys-- buying the stupid flowers when you're supposed to will be way cheaper than what you'll have to buy and do to make up for it if you forget.

When I married Mr. Right, I didn't realize his first name was ALWAYS.

Ah, the old don't-need-a-man thing. I love that line. I mean it sounds great, and girls love to say that stuff because it makes them sound all strong and independent. But it's not actually true, is it? Deep down they're panicking, getting more and more desperate, and the next thing you know, they're hurling themselves into a new relationship.

When someone was gazing into your eyes like that, it was kind of hard to look away.

day when we were young and lovely.

Paul was the type of perfect boyfriend most girls could only dream of. He was kind, he was thoughtful, he was good-looking, and he always emptied the kitchen trash before it was too full.

If a nuclear disaster occurred, and you had to live out those final painful days just stretched out somewhere thinking about your life--This is who I am. This is what I love. This is what I believe--who would you want hearing your whispers? Or perhaps better: Who do you trust to hear your whispers? Whose breath do you want mingled with your own? Whose flesh still warm beside you?

The pain of losing people you love is the price of the ticket for getting to know them at all.

It was 1965 and life seemed easier. Her parents were alive and so was her brother, her bones were hard and strong and her vision perfect....It was 1965 and she was filled with hope, lush pots of ivy spilling from her window boxes as she leaned out late in the day to see the sunset, to smell the river, to watch her husband turn the corner as he headed home. She was so alive.

She was carrying two coffees and a donut bag, and right then and there, he fell in love. -Animal Magnetism

I'm already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.

Looking at him, she saw her future and felt all the ragged tears in her heart heal themselves. I fit, she whispered in marvel, stepping into him. I fit with you. He nodded and wrapped his arms around her. Perfectly

You came here a fighter, Maddie. Maybe you'd lost a round or two, but you were on your feet. You want to stay in Lucky Harbor? Fight for it. You want a relationship with your sisters? Fight for it. What about you? What about a relationship with you? He pulled back to look into her face as if memorizing her features. His voice, when he spoke, was low and gravelly with emotion. I'm already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.

How about we give each other everything we can and not blame each other for what we can't.

You, Lilah, scare the hell out of me. Why? she whispered. He met her gaze and held it. Because I could fall for you, Lilah. Hard and deep and never want to come back up. She could scarcely breathe. What's wrong with that? We'd drown.

I love you, Mallory, he said very quietly, very seriously. So damn much. Warmth and affection and need and so much more rushed her. I know. You know? Yes. Well, hell, he said with a small smile and a shake of his head. You might have told me and saved me a lot of time. How about I tell you something else? she said. I love you, too.

The smile made her want to hug him, and maybe love him up some more. Stupid smile.

Beneath her cheek, his heart was thumping steadily. Definitely faster than his usual near-hibernation beat. Lifting her head, she flashed him a tight smile. "I get to you." "Are you kidding? You own me," he said, his voice running over her like silk.

Forever this time, he said as Sawyer strode toward them. Tara sighed blissfully. You know what this means, right? I'm done guessing, he said. Tell me. It means you're mine, she said. And I'm yours. No more walking away. We are going to get it right this time. His smile was slow and easy, and just for her. Well, finally.