Quotes About Love

Michael, your my big brother.

She went back to Shane and settles in on his lap again, arm around his neck. His circled her waist. I thought you had to go, he said. And don't think i didn't see you kissing on my best friend. He deserved it. Yeah. Maybe i ought to kiss him, too. Michael, on his way out, didn't bother to turn around for that one. Oh sure, you always promise.

It's not the loving that hurts this girl; it's the understanding of it for what it is, that it will never be returned in the same way, that threatens to destroy her. But to unload the words - I love you - on an innocent party who didn't ask for it, to reach across the dark space and touch him - it's like the world she knows could end if she dared speak these words, dared make such a move.

There's no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? 'I Want to Hold Your Hand.' The first single. It's effing brilliant, right?... That's what everybody wants... They don't want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don't want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand.

I'm so into you, it's not even funny. (Naomi & Ely's No Kiss List)

The complexity embedded in the different levels of meaning that go along with the words I love you ought to be a whole mindfuck of a video game

No. No no no no. It is not easy. Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you're friends is easy. Being friends is not.

Friendship is love as much as any romance. And like any love, it's difficult and treacherous and confusing. But in the moment when your knees touch, there's nothing else you could ever want.

I know in my heart that I can live without him and I know in my heart that I don't want to-that's a good place to start, right?

True Love. I'm starting to suspect the concept is pure illusion, an insipid brand name manufactured by Hallmark and Disney." — Cupcake

It was about the feeling, you know? She caused it in me, but it wasn't about her. It was about my reaction, what I wanted to feel and then convinced myself that I felt, because I wanted it that bad. That illusion. It was love because I created it as love.

What I'm sorry about is not being a tipsy idiot when you found me. I'm sorry about that, obviously, but more sorry that my stupidity caused us to lose a great opportunity. I don't imagine you would have met me and fallen crazy in love with me, but I would like to think that if you'd had a chance to meet me under different circumstances, something just as nice could have happened. We could have become friends.

She doesn't want the boy causing the distinction between love and in love

Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that special person. That person to spend Christmas with or grow old with or just take a nice silly walk in Central Park with

Hope and belief. I'd always wanted hope, but never believed that I could have such an adventure on my own. That I could own it. And love it. But it happened.

The first person I think of when I wake up in the morning, the last person I hope for when I fall asleep at night.

He's not my step brother technically, so I think it's okay that I kissed him once.

I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not. I mean, aren't these different levels? And maybe these things, like words and expectations and whatever, don't go on top of the love. Maybe it's like a map, and they have all their own place, and when you see it from the sky - whoa.

So what do you have to confess now? I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that it's the truth. I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this. What is 'this'? Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

Prayer or not, I want to believe that, despite all evidence to the contrary, it is possible for anyone to find that one special person.

Love teaches you that fitting is overrated; what you need to do is change the shape of your life to make the connection.

I've never understood why looking hot has to be equated with sex and conquest. Whatever happened to anticipation, to courtship, to true love? Can't a person look hot and not have it mean something?

Without Laura here, food is the only thing I love that loves me back.