Quotes About Love

I love you more than piranhas love chicken wings.

He knew what he wanted. He wanted Jess safe, and he wanted her back in his arms.

He sighed and picked up Charlie, who licked his chin. "That's the good thing about dogs, isn't it? They look at you like you're a hero just for loving them.

There was just something about the guy, the way he struggled with his faith, yearned to do the right thing in spire of the flaws that got in his way, that made her want to kiss him again~ Shelby Arroyo

One thing you discover in motherhood that you never understood from being a daughter and loving your mother—the mother end of things went deeper. After you gave birth, no sleep ever again would take you far from your child.

In your whole life, only in young childhood, and only if you were very fortunate, could you get a measure of innocence—a time free of knowing what will come, of what must come. Those moments, that simple engagement of only what was wonderful about being alive, that love, really, would be at the center of you forever; deep inside, you would have this tender core that believed everything would be okay.

What you don't get from having a mother versus being a mother is how consuming it was, how profoundly one-sided. The child's job was to need her mother less and less, a progression toward independence. But the mother's job was to always help, always be there when needed, and never, ever stop worrying.

She raised her head again. "Aren't you supposed to come over all manly man and forbid the little lady from taking such risks with her fragile self?" "I like my balls right where they are," he said, and she laughed and put her head back down on his chest. Kate Shugak to Jim Chopin Though Not Dead

I'm still unsure as to what draws people together, that is, beyond the really ugly things: money, beauty, family, desperation. But I suppose that if someone can make you feel like you are seeing a new world, or just an old one of the first time, you might decide that you love to be around them.

My mother says that falling in love and getting dumped is good for you because it prepares you for the real thing, like it gets you ready for true love and all, but I'm thinking it's more like climbing up he St. Louis Arch and falling off twice. Does he first fall really get you ready for the second?

For your unfailing love is as high as the heavens. Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds. —Psalm 57:10

Hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts.

He delights in every detail of their lives. Psalm 37:23.

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

I could see now. I hadn't done anything to deserve a herd like this—friends, family, horses. A God who died for me so I could have a life like this and a God who whispers in my ear.

I like to play guitar, jam out, play the blues, go watch movies. I love movies.

My nickname for my mom was 'The Compass.'

I'm going to kiss you . . . everywhere. I'm going to kiss you until you swoon with pleasure, until you melt like sugar beneath my lips, until you cry out my name in the throes of passion. I am in love with you, Pirate Queen, whether or not you believe in the notion.

A few feet away, Gareth gazed down at the child cradled in his arm, kissed her forehead, and tenderly brushed aside a lock of pale blonde hair.

Someone came into the room. She heard footsteps, sensed someone looming over her, peeling back the sheet to take her pulse and check the bandage. "She may not make it, sir." "She damn well will make it if I have to cross into the hereafter and drag her back!

They sat together for a long moment; then, eventually, he let his leg swing over and purposely bump hers. She looked up at him, and found him smiling down at her, his eyes full of teading confidence, and in that moment she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone, anything, in the entire span of her life.

He must have seen the question in her eyes. He must have read her confusion, for he smiled gently, folded her hand in his, and raised it to his lips. "I know what you're thinking," he said softly, looking at her from over the top of her knuckles, "but you see, Maeve—I am you Gallant Knight after all. I fulfill every blasted one of your criteria.

His gaze was darkening now with something deep and gentle, and Juliet knew, as women throughout time have always known, that he was in love with her. The knowledge both thrilled and scared her.

Dear God, he'd come so close to losing her. Too close. The very thought of how near she'd come to death was enough to take years off his life. Well, no more. He vowed that once he married her, all piratical activity on her part would come to an abrupt end. She could play the Pirate Queen in bed, but beyond that, she would be Lady Falconer, pampered, cherished, adored, and living the life that he, as the most senior officer in the Caribbean, could well afford to give her.