Quotes About Love

I don't ask for guarantees. I'll tell you what I want. I want to laugh with you. Sit and look at you. Wake up with nothing to think about but how warm and smooth you feel against me. Make a life together. All of this has been worth it if we can have that.

I buried my grief for my son, not my memories, but my grief.

Their mystique comes from the fact that, once upon a time, someone cared enough to hide them.

When Less is More, you often get More with Less. More passion with less planning. More love and intimacy with less information and grief. More freedom with less fretting. And, yes, while we're at it, more style with less stuff.

You have to love men a lot," she once wrote. "A lot, a lot. You have to love men a lot. Otherwise they are simply unbearable.

Sergeant Jack Riley and his wife. They were closer to

There was no true recovery from the loss of a child. A part of her was broken and it couldn't be fixed.

There are few things in life as precious to us as our children. Rare is the woman or the man who wouldn't readily die for his or her offspring.

Maybe is wasn't love so much as a fear of losing everything I'd accomplished. I was afraid to let go.

Look. Isn't he beautiful? Drew's expression softened. Ah, Nellie. He's bald, pink, and has no teeth. What's so beautiful about that? Nellie's laugh tinkled out like musical chimes while she covered the babe back up.

To love is to risk the pain of loss. But it's a risk that's worth taking.

He might be starving, but he ate when the meal was ready, and with her, not while she was still draining the pasta.

Who cared that he couldn't spell? She was a good-enough speller for both of them. With luck, their children would take after her.

We don't discuss death. Not that we avoid it. It's just that here, we're preoccupied with life.

No one can truly know the answer to the question, What will you do when you lose the person you love?

Now he wasn't going to be here to love me or to talk to me. To have conversations with me about everything. Stuff. What was on his mind.

He was my true home. My first safe place.

Overhead, a fluff of a cloud was framed with pure golden light from the sun that was hidden from her view. Awed by the sight, she studied the dark nooks and crannies in the body of the cloud within the frame and smiled. Like the cloud, her life was filled with troubles and doubt, as well as joy. At times like this, she needed to remember that God was always behind her, surrounding her with the light of His love, even though she could not see He was there.

Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage. Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of love.

Call us what you will: we are made such by love.

I'll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I'm late, start without me. Codeine...bourbon... (Tallulah Bankhead's last coherent words).

Love ceases to be a demon only when he ceases to be a god.

Romance only comes into existence where love is fatal, frowned upon and doomed by life itself.

To love in the sense of passion-love is the contrary of to live. It is an impoverishment of one's being, an askesis without sequel, an inability to enjoy the present without imagining it as absent, a never-ending flight from possession.