Quotes About Love

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn't want to cause him any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better that he wasn't here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

I could get up on that bed and curl up right next to my boy's warmth. The boy loved me. I loved him. From the second we woke up until the moment we fell asleep, we were together.

Bailey, you take good care of Ethan, okay?" I wagged my tail in cheerful non-comprehension. Were we going for a car ride or what?

I realized in that moment just how much I loved this large kitten. She had come into the world afraid, but she had trusted me enough to play and tumble with me like any other cat, and now she was no longer timid and scared. I felt a little like I was the mother that Nala never had.

W. Bruce Cameron

Unbidden, the sadness I'd felt from Senora washed through me, and I wanted to squirm up to her and lick her palms and make her happy again. Of all the things I'd ever done, making Senora laugh seemed the most important. It was, I reflected, the only thing that gave my life any purpose.

Lucy went straight to the pups and gave him a pitying look before she pulled the blanket off with her teeth, settling down heavily. It looked to Josh as if she was lying directly on some of the newborns, but Lucy wiggled and they soon were all nursing again. She lowered her head and sighed with a weariness that Josh felt connected her with all the mothers in history.

Ojalá no llorara por mi muerte. Mi propósito, toda mi vida, había consistido en amarlo y en estar con él, en hacerlo feliz. No quería provocarle ninguna clase de infelicidad ahora, así que en ese sentido pensé que era mejor que él no estuviera allí para verlo, aunque lo echaba mucho de menos y la nostalgia era tan fuerte como el dolor que sentía en la barriga.

Empecé a darme cuenta de que para él era importante que el juego terminara conmigo de espaldas al suelo y él mordisqueándome la cara y el cuello.

Maggie Rose," Dad asked pleasantly, "what just barked from back there?" "A puppy?" Maggie Rose guessed. "Did you hide a dog in the back with you?" Dad asked. "Yes, but, Dad, there were some people coming to take Lily away!" Maggie Rose replied in a rush. "She wouldn't understand! She knows I'm her person! She'd think I was giving her up!

Obviously, I was more special than they were, because I got to be outside of the kennels and next to my girl.

Bailey, Bailey, Bailey

I wrote the first novel in the A Dog's Purpose series to convince my then girlfriend, Cathryn Michon, that despite the pain of losing her dog Ellie, we should adopt a puppy. (It worked: we brought little Tucker into our family, and Cathryn liked the story so much she married me!)

By the time we got home, Grandma would be cooking breakfast, and Grandpa always slipped me something under the table—bacon, ham, a piece of toast. I learned to chew silently so that Grandma wouldn't say, "Are you feeding the dog again?" The tone in her voice when I picked up the word "dog" suggested to me that Grandpa and I needed to keep the whole operation quiet.

No hay perros malos, Bobby. Solo hay personas malas. Estos solo necesitan amor.

Bailey, Bailey, Bailey, I'm going to miss you, doodle dog," Ethan whispered in my ear. His breath was warm and delightful. I closed my eyes at the pleasure of it, the sheer pleasure of love from the boy, love by the boy.

I wanted to stay in Outside forever, but after a while, we were all carried back to our pen. I slipped immediately into a nap, pressed up against my mother, dreaming of Outside. I loved Outside nearly as much as I loved Maggie Rose. And she loved me. But all this love did not fix the problem. Deep inside, Maggie Rose was still sad, still wistful. I could tell that she was longing for something she could not have.

My life was going to be different from my mother's. She belonged to one person, to Walt. But I did not. I wasn't Mona's dog, or Patsy's, or Tyler's, or Eddie's. I belonged to all my friends. I was everyone's dog. I was surrounded by people who loved me, just like Grandad was. Suddenly, I understood that I was the luckiest dog in the world.

It's wonderful, what you do," she said to Jennifer as she stood by the gate to the yard, with Che on a leash beside her. "I think if I tried to foster dogs I'd wind up keeping all of them.

Decidí que, como perro, esa era mi razón en la vida: consolar al chico siempre que él lo necesitara.

I loved being with my mother. I loved her closeness and her smell and her warmth. But I knew, deep down, that I should belong to a human family, just like my brothers and sisters. What if I never found my human family? What if nobody wanted me?

I was in love with a beautiful blonde once. She drove me to drink; that is the one thing I am indebted to her for.

There's a great joy in my giving. It's thrilling. It's exhilarating. It's important to be a part of sharing. It is my love. It is my joy.

Be generous. Give to those you love; give to those who love you, give to the fortunate, give to the unfortunate — yes, give especially to those you don't want to give. You will receive abundance for your giving. The more you give, the more you will have.