Quotes About Love

You're my favorite sister. I snorted. Gosh,I'd hate to be your unfavorite sister. I might not survive. Hey,Kate,you know I'm just teasing when I give you a hard time. Yeah,right,and the teasing just keeps me laughing.

Do you need anything? I would say just you but that sounds way too corny.

That sounded so incredibly romantic. Of course, Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet had thought the same thing in Titanic . And look how that had ended.

It was scary to think of happily ever after. It was scary to think about trusting someone enough to give him your heart now, hoping he wouldn't break it later.

And she thought: don't trust love unless you can see what it costs the lover.

The greatest act of love—indeed, the only religion she could comprehend—was to speak the truth about the world.

My grandmother, Ester said, wished not to trap her love into taking her. She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny....

For love does not set shackles, nor entrap.

And he knew that he would never be able to tell her that he loved her as a foundering ship loves a lighthouse, even though the lighthouse is powerless to save it.

Two walls have dropped from between us: pride and justice. It no longer matters who was right. The Hippocratic oath has no place here - do no harm is the wrong standard for love. Everyone does harm.

Shakespeare's sonnets. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.

My grandmother," Ester said, "wished not to trap her love into taking her. She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny. She said she wished the Englishman's eyes to see her ever in beauty and joy, and never as something pitiable, for his memory of her was her greatest treasure.

She'd never learned to measure out love: give so much, withhold so much.

Ester wanted to take him in her own thin arms and race him to some imagined place of safety.

Yet will you love a woman, if she prizes truth over softness?

My mother was so angered by love's failures, Mary, that she navigated with spite as her compass.

Love didn't fail, Constantina. Only one love did. It failed because we asked too much of it, he and I. We each, in our own time, asked it to remake the world.

was a single word, inked thinly and carefully between the lines of the inventory, like a spider hanging barely visible in a corner. ?????? An assault, a rebuke across the years. An outstretched hand. The inverted letters spelled the single Hebrew word that meant "I loved.

She said a heart is a free thing, and once enslaved will mutiny.

I remade my heart. I learned to conduct myself in love so it could not betray me.

No, not even a line. It was a single word, inked thinly and carefully between the lines of the inventory, like a spider hanging barely visible in a corner. ?????? An assault, a rebuke across the years. An outstretched hand. The inverted letters spelled the single Hebrew word that meant "I loved.

I told her: I act such that love will not fail again as it failed us before.

It was the very shape of the world that defeated our love. There is no bitterness in my heart. Only sorrow.

She'd spent the decades barricading herself from life, setting the conditions for love so high no one else could ever meet them.