Quotes About Love

Love is like sleep. One can never seize, never force love.

The Men of the Ordeal do not march to save the World, Proyas--at least not first and foremost. They march to save their wives and children. Their tribes and their nations. If they learn that the world, their world, slips into ruin behind them, that their wives and daughters may perish for want of their shields, their swords, the Host of Hosts would melt about the edges, then collapse.

Every woman knows there are only two kinds of men: those who feel and those who pretend. Always remember, my dear, though only the former can be loved, only the latter can be trusted. It is passion that blackens eyes, not calculation.

We," she repeated, laughing as though both hurt and astounded. "It really is 'we' now, isn't it?" With a shy, even scared, smile, she helped him pull free his weathered robes. "When I can't find you," he said, "or even when you turn away, I feel … I feel hollow, as though my heart's a thing of smoke … Isn't that 'we'?

He said ... A pause. He cleared his throat. He said that pity was the only love I could hope for. He saw her swallow, blink. Oh, Akka ... Of all the world, only she truly understood. Of all the world.

If we're nothing more than our thoughts and passions, and if our thoughts and passions are nothing more than movements of our souls, then we are nothing more than those who move us. Who you once were, Leweth, ceased to exist the moment your wife died.

A sorcerer and a harlot . . . There's something sad about that." He grasped her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers. "There's something sad about all couples," he said.

No, Leweth. You fled to remember. You fled to conserve all the ways your wife had moved you, to shield the ache of her loss from the momentum of others. You fled to make a bulwark of your misery.

A sorcerer and a whore. Perhaps a certain desperation was to be expected of such unions, as though that strange word, "love," became profound in proportion to the degree one was scorned by others.

She understood, and it terrified her, for it was a thing too near to love.

Would you love me if you knew I suck down liver blood in the supermarket?

What a romantic idea…

Or your dog?

mammals, he mutters. can't live with them, can't live without them.

And she reached her face up for another kiss.

Thank you, Honey, Becka whispered gratefully.

In this whole screwed-up town, you're the only thing that's always been right to me, he whispered. I love you, Claire. She saw something that might have been just a flash of panic go across his expression, but then he steadied again. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I love you.

God, I needed you, he murmured. I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more. ~Shane~

You'd be surprised what people will do for money that they wouldn't do for love. Myrnin.

I think I'd fall for you no matter what, Claire. You're kind of awesome.

Marriage is a big word for all guys," Shane said. "You know that. It's kind of an allergy. We get itchy and sweaty just trying to spell it, much less do it.

Promise me, Amelie, that you'll crucify me with silver before you allow me to fall in love." "I hardly think there's any chance of that," Amelie said. I doubt you have the capacity.

Does it hurt?" He bent his head and lightly kissed her forehead. "Only when I laugh." "I'll try not to be funny." "Epic fail, beautiful.

You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you! he called as she ran down the hall. Love you, too, jackass!