Quotes About Love

We were supposed to grow old together, Dolores. Have kids. Take walks under old trees. I wanted to watch the lines etch themselves into your flesh and know when each and every one of them appeared. Die together.

She died in a fire. I miss her like you... If I was underwater, I wouldn't miss oxygen that much.

And often the worst thing wasn't the victims--they were dead, after all, and beyond any more pain. The worst thing was those who loved them and survived them. Often the walking dead from now on, shell-shocked, hearts ruptured, stumbling through the remainder of their lives without anything left inside of them but blood and organs, impervious to pain, having learned nothing except that the worst things did, in fact, sometimes happen. (Mystic River)

Angie was where most of me began and all of me ended.

The sound of her breathing reminded me, as it so often did, of how vulnerable she was. And how vulnerable we were because of how much we loved her. The fear - that something could happen to her at any moment, something I'd be helpless to stop - had become so omnipresent in my life that I sometimes pictured it growing, like a third arm, out of the center of my chest.

After my daughter was born, I'd considered buying a shotgun to ward off potential suitors fourteen or so years up the road. Now, as I listened to these girls babble and imagined Gabby one day talking with the same banality and ignorance of the English language, I thought of buying the same shotgun to blow my own fucking head off.

The person you love is rarely worthy of how big your love is. Because no one is worthy of that and maybe no one deserves the burden of it, either. You'll be let down. You'll be disappointed and have your trust broken and have a lot of real sucky days. You lose more than you win. You hate the person you love as much as you love him. But, shit, you roll up your sleeves and work—at everything—because that's what growing older is.

He thought: so this is what it feels like to love. No logic to it - he barely knew her. But there it was just the same. He'd just met the woman he'd known, somehow, since before he was born. The measure of every dream he'd never dared indulge.

Love like that? Hell, it seems so pure, it's damn near criminal.

Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.

He held up a hand to stop her. "Then one day, about six months ago, it hit me—love doesn't trump all for you, safety does. And I knew sooner or later you'd dump me before I'd dump you because—and this is the important part, Rach—I would never dump you." He gave her a beautiful, broken smile. "And that's been my purpose all along." After

Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I can't remember when a block of it didn't rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, can't be repaired. What, if lost can't be replaced. I love my burdens.

She was his wife, mother, best friend, sister, lover, and priest.

She felt like weeping. She didn't know why at first, but then it hit her. He knew her. He knew her, this man she'd married, this man she'd committed herself to walking through this life with. He knew her. And—wonder of wonders—he was still here.

Maybe that's what love is-counting the bandages until someone says, 'Enough'.

Some ghost of myself still lived back in the days when we'd shared a bed and talked of the future. But that love we'd had and those selves we'd been were gone, placed in a box like old photographs and letters you'd never read again.

Growing up, Joe had adored his brother, Then he'd come to hate him. Now, he mostly didn't think about him. When he did, he had to admit, he missed his laugh.

Brendan Harris loved everyone now because he loved Katie and Katie loved him. Brendan loved traffic and smog and the sound of jackhammers. He loved his worthless old man who hadn't sent him a single birthday or Christmas card since he'd walked out on Brendan and his mother when Brendan was six. He loved Monday mornings, sitcoms that couldn't make a retard laugh, and standing in line at the RMV. He even loved his job, though he wouldn't be going in ever again.

Win for me. Win for my kids. Win for my marriage so I can carry your winning back to the car with me and sit in the glow of it with my family as we drive back toward our otherwise winless lives.

Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

You can have two families in this life, Joe, the one you're born to and the one you build.

she was so simply his love, his girl, watching him approach as if she were memorizing him and his walk and those flowers and this moment, and he wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you'd been born for only one moment, and this, for whatever reason, was it.

He knew her. He knew her, this man she'd married, this man she'd committed herself to walking through this life with. He knew her. And—wonder of wonders—he was still here.

I'll be waiting at the airport.' 'You just made my year' she said. 'You made my life.