Quotes About Love

Having a family means you're never alone.

How come people don't do things like that nowadays? You grope around in the back of a sedan in high school and you think you're in love. Nobody gets swept off their feet anymore.

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.

what makes a family a family isn't doing everything right all the time but, instead, giving a second chance to the people you love who do things wrong.

I felt this boy whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember grunting and heaving inside me; I was that empty and that far away. And suddenly I knew what became of all those lost balloons: they were the loves that slipped out of our fists; the blank eyes that rose in every night sky.

In the darkest crease of the night, I would love you until the moon lost its footing in the sky.

I had come to see, too, that all my characters and I were motivated by the same inspiration. Whather it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

It wasn't her throat, and it wasn't a fever, but it hurt all the same to be heartbroken.

So you know what mean when I say that I don't think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You're just pulled to that person like true north, whether it's good for you or bound to break your heart.

My mother and Joe have a lovers' shorthand, an economy of gestures that comes when you are close enough to someone to speak their language. I wonder if my mother and father ever had that, or if my mother was always just trying to decipher him.

Si le das el corazón a alguien y luego muere, ¿se lo lleva consigo?

Se dai il tuo cuore a qualcuno e lui muore, lo porta via con sé? Devi passare il resto della vita con un buco dentro che non può essere riempito?

Delilah's mother cleans other people's houses, and she reminds me a bit of another story from Rapscullio's shelves, about a young scullery maid who possesses both glass footwear and inner beauty, which makes a prince fall head over heels for her.

You say I love you, but it's no longer like throwing open the windows of your heart. You say it the way you'd say It's Tuesday or I'm a brunette: matter-of-fact, a truth, a statement. Not an exaltation. Not a miracle. You wonder when the core of love changed from passion to compassion.

Could you hate your son for what he had done, and still love him for who he had been? The

Well, I had the other problem, I told him. I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in. What happened then? What else, I said. It broke.

His biggest fear was that if and when he did find his missing daughter, she would no longer recognize who he had become in order to save her.

He swaggered over to my mother, and kissed her so long and slow that my own cheeks started to burn, because I was sure the neighbors would see. When he lifted his head, my mother's eyes were a color I had never seen before and don't think I have ever seen again.

Because when you get right down to it, the only person you should trust is the one you'd lay down your life for.

Loves a tidal wave...because it sucks you under and you drown.

the smile of a child is a tattoo: indelible art.

Your child is hurt. How quickly can you make it better? What if you can't?

But I love you, Trixie said. There was no easy switch that she could flip to stem the flow of feelings, no way to drain the memories that pooled like acid in her stomach because her heart no longer knew what to do with them. She couldn't blame Jason; she didn't like herself like this, either. But she couldn't go back to being the girl she'd been before she met him; that girl was gone. So where did that leave her?

I thought that if I loved you hard enough, I could move mountains for you; I could make you fly. It didn't matter to me how that happened—just as long as it did. I wasn't thinking of who I might hurt, only who I could rescue.