Quotes About Love

I want to see you again," Greystone said quietly. "I'm not certain that's wise. We are of different worlds, Your Grace. In yours, I am but one night and in mine you are destined to be merely a memory.

He cradled her cheek and turned her head slightly, until their gazes met. "For whatever comfort this might bring you in the nights that follow, know this... when I thought death was a certainty, I chose a collection of memories that revolved around you to carry into the dark with me.

couldn't. I knew the truth would cause you to hate me and I'd made the ghastly mistake of falling in love with you." He gave a caustic

She could touch him however she wanted, say whatever she wanted. No holding back for fear of censure. No withdrawing for fear of judgment. With him, she could be herself completely and absolutely. Was herself completely and absolutely. Was more than herself as the world fell away. She was herself with him, with this man who accepted her openly, naughtiness and all. Who made her his own.

This was where she belonged, she realized. Beneath him, beside him, near his heart.

He'd follow her to hell to claim it was due to him. Unfortunately, he suspected she was headed for heaven, which was barred to him.

As you don't have a lover, Miss Darling, I'd like to offer my services. As I believe we've just proven, we're quite compatible.

He brought you back. He can steal anything he wants.

Yes, well, I'm not at all surprised by that revelation, but you see I'm making love to her and that requires a certain finesse, which I doubt your father has the wherewithal to possess.

You'd think wouldn't hurt a little one, but the pain is a great as if they'd been with you all your life. You can't remember what it was like before they touched your heart and you can never forget them

ll return it to you as soon as all this is over.I'd rather you keep it as a remembrance of when you were my wife.

A duke must have a duchess. In my heart I already have one, and she is you. Whether or not it is sanctioned by the church or recognized by Society, you are my duchess.

He grinned. "You're my first with no covering and I must say, I like it very, very much. I fear, Duchess, that you are going to have many children.

A short story is a love affair, a novel is a marriage. A short story is a photograph; a novel is a film.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

That is what is wrong with cold people. Not that they have ice in their souls - we all have a bit of that - but that they insist every word and deed mirror that ice. They never learn the beauty or value of gesture. The emotional necessity. For them, it is all honesty before kindness, truth before art. Love is art, not truth. It's like painting scenery.

They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die.

I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

Love drains you, takes with it much of your blood sugar and water weight. You are like a house slowly losing its electricity, the fans slowing, the lights dimming and flickering; the clocks stop and go and stop.

It was like the classic scene in the movies where one lover is on the train and one is on the platform and the train starts to pull away, and the lover on the platform begins to trot along and then jog and then sprint and then gives up altogether as the train speeds irrevocably off. Except in this case I was all the parts: I was the lover on the platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train.

Once love had seemed like magic. Now it seemed like tricks.

She was afraid, and the afraid, she realized, sought opportunities for bravery in love.

The smile on my face is the response given to God when he smiled at me

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