Quotes About Love

My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour. It came from my love of a good steak, from the way I would sometimes cry at a good movie or a moving symphony. From my life. From the hope that I could make things better for someone else, if not always for me.

He shook his head. "Love killed the dinosaurs, man.

Home, like love, hate, war, and peace, is one of those words that is so important that it doesn't need more than one syllable.

Death is certain, Aleran—for all of us. That being true, we know that all of those we love will either be torn away from us, or we will be torn away from them. It follows as naturally as the night after sundown.

Bernard had become, not so much important to her as he was natural to her whole being. He was as much a part of her thoughts as breath, food, and sleep. At once present and not present, conspicuous with his absence and filling her with a sense of completion when he was there.

Every relationship ended. Sometimes it ended voluntarily with a break-up or an affair. Sometimes it ended with death. Only the lucky ones died together. Everyone else had to suffer through being a survivor. And she hated that term most of all.

There's more magic in a baby's first giggle than in any firestorm a wizard can conjure up, and don't let anyone tell you any different.

Family isn't something one discards lightly.

Laughter, like love, has power to survive the worst things life has to offer.

You can have everything in the world, but if you don't have love, none of it means crap,' he said promptly. 'Love is patient. Love is kind. Love always forgives, trusts, supports, and endures. Love never fails. When every star in the heavens grows cold, and when silence lies once more on the face of the deep, three things will endure: faith, hope, and love.

Lacuna adores me!" Toot shrilled. "We are comrades in arms," Lacuna said. "Then I will kill you." "It is love!" Toot insisted. "When you're dead," Lacuna said, "I get your teeth." Toot beamed broadly. "See? She loves me for me!

It's idiotic to miss the chance to be with them while you can.

Birthdays are about families. Whether they're a biological family or one that's come together by choice, it's your family who gathers to celebrate the anniversary of *you*.

She could be a pain in the ass, but she was one gutsy chick. Her kids were lucky to have a mother like her. A lot of moms would say that they would die for their children. Charity had placed herself squarely in harm's way to do exactly that.

Blood of the Dragon, that old Serpent," Michael said, quietly. "You and yours have no power here. Your threats are hollow, your words are empty of truth, just as your heart is empty of love, your body of life. Cease this now, before you tempt the wrath of the Almighty." He glanced aside at me and added, probably for my benefit, "Or before my friend Harry turns you into a greasy spot on the floor.

Those who have such a family seldom realize how rare and precious it is.

The child was my daughter. It didn't matter that I hadn't known about her or that I had never seen her with my own eyes. There was a child of my blood who needed my help and protection. I was her father. I would die to protect her if need be. End of story.

But it's even more important that you build something worth fighting for.

And besides. You can't go around making people's choices for them. Not if you love them.

Kids. You gotta love them. I adore children. A little salt, a squeeze of lemon—perfect.

There's power in the touch of another person's hand....Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone's hand can ease pain and make things better. That's power. That's power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.

Maggie nodded to me several times and then said, very seriously, "You're a little scary sometimes. You should know that. Regular dads don't say things like this.

What if . . ." I swallowed. "What if that's me, one day? What if that's what I'm like?" "There's a difference between you and him," Murph said. "Yeah?" She moved a bit, leaned down, and kissed my forehead. "Yeah. You've got me.

For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life.' I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. 'The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for.