Quotes About Love

You cannot hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.

And that's what I think love is...when your hindsight's twenty-twenty, and you still wouldn't change a thing.

Sometimes you can't tell how consuming love is until you can see its absence

I want her to be safe. I want her to be mine.

Here's what they do not tell you about falling in love: there's not always a soft landing beneath you. It's called falling, because it's bound to break you.

The first person you fell in love with stole your heart. The first person you made love with stole your soul. And if these were one and the same, you were damned.

don't ever recover from losing someone you love—even the ones you leave behind because you're better off without them.

Daddy, you would say, look at my braids. Look at the worst bug bite ever. Look at my handstand, my eggroll dive, my finger painting. Look at my splinter, my spelling list, my somersault, the toad I found. Look at the present I made you, the grade I got, the acceptance letter. Look at the diploma, the ultrasound, your granddaughter. I couldn't possibly remember all the things you've asked me to look at. I just remember that you asked.

There are an endless number of people who have left a love-shaped hole in the heart of someone else.

Have you ever really held the hand of someone you love? Not just in passing, a loose link between you—but truly clasped, with the pulses of your wrists beating together and your fingers mapping the knuckles and nails like s cartographer learning a country by heart?

As it turns out, you can love someone too much. Then, when they leave, your heart goes missing. And no on can survive that great a loss.

Home isn't a where, Olive. It's a who.

But Marice, he rode off to save you, and wound up leaving you behind forever. Is it really worth dying for the person you love? She thinks about it for a moment. That's not the real question, Oliver. What you should be asking is, can you live without her?

Oliver, she says. You can do this. I watch her walk away. When Delilah talks like that, it's easy to remember why I gave up everything I knew in order to be with her. She believes in me, and if someone believes in you wholeheartedly, you start to believe in yourself as well.

I couldn't hear his voice over the hammer of my heart. And I told myself over and over I should have known that someone who could love so hard and so well could also hate, and hurt, as deeply.

Neither of us, it turns out, has been the only one who lost someone she loved.

Being scared just meant you had something worth coming back to.

What is a parent, really, but somebody who picks up the things a child leaves behind - a trail made of stripped off clothing, orphaned shoes, tiny bright plastic game pieces, and nostalgia - and who hands back each of these when its needed?

BEING A MOTHER GIVES YOU a singular sort of vision, a prism through which you can see your child with many different faces all at once. It is the reason you can watch him shatter a ceramic lamp, and still remember him as an angel. Or hold him as he cries, but imagine his smile. Or watch him walk toward you, the size of a man, and see the dimpled skin of an infant.

Given my mother's experience with romance, I shouldn't even care - but there's a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn't near you.

When he smiles at me, I'm lost

I know the first person I kissed won't be nearly as important as the last person I kiss.

But you remind me so much of her. I-I do? Yes. Addie gifted him with a smile.Because I love you both.

If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them. The rest is just details.