Quotes About Love

when you loved someone, you didn't want to be the one who brought their world crashing down.

Look at that," Michael said. "My daughter's an hour old and she's already sleeping with some guy.

As long as I remembered them, then they were still here.

He could stand pain, himself. He just couldn't stand hers

Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we are trying to protect.

The problem with marriage - or may be its strength - was that it spanned a distance, and you were never the same person you started out being. If you were lucky, you could still recognize each other years later.

A child who believed in fairy tales. Not the silly Disney ones your mother read to you, but the ones with blood and thorns, with girls who knew that love could kill you just as often as it could set you free.

The weapons an author has at her disposal are flawed.. There are words that feel shapeless and overused. Love, for example. I could write the word love a thousand times and it would mean a thousand different things to different readers. What is the point of trying to put down on paper emotions that are too complex, too huge, too overwhelming to be confined by an alphabet? Love isn't the only word that fails. Hate does, too.

Best place to be? Adrienne asks after a moment. On the other side of this wall. In my bed, at home. Anywhere with Nathaniel. Before, I answer, because I know she'll understand.

The reason you hold on to someone too tightly isn't always to protect them—sometimes it's to protect yourself.

She did not understand this but then there was much in the world she did not understand. Raw love, like raw heartache could blindside you. It could make you forget what you did not know to focus exclusively on those few pieces you could commit to heart.

Could you love someone so much that, even without meaning to, you hurt them?

The terrible thing about falling in love is that real life always gets in the way.

Why didn't you tell me? Delia says, stung. Why don't any of us tell you anything? I respond. We love you.

I meant I like feeling you're mine.

To find out a heart she'd believed irrevocably broken had somewhere along the way been fixed.

Because you make me believe there are things worth fighting for.

There are building blocks of love and the very bottom layer is comfort. (from Vanishing Acts)

It was that she truly believed you could be fourteen when you learned how love could change the speed your blood ran through you, how it made you dream in kaleidoscope color. It was that Trixie knew she couldn't have loved Jason this hard if he hadn't loved her that way too.

I want to finish what I started." Life asked death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" Death responded, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." —Unknown

Parenthood was like awakening to find a soap bubble in the cup of your palm, and being told you had to carry it while you parachuted from a dizzying height, climbed a mountain range, battled on the front lines. All you wanted to do was tuck it away, safe from natural disasters and violence and prejudice and sarcasm, but that was not an option. You lived in daily fear of watching it burst, of breaking it yourself. Somehow

love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow – beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

What I think is that there is no perspective in grief, or in love. How can there be, when one person becomes the center of the universe - either because he has been lost or because he has been found?

This year in school she read Romeo and Juliet, and she told me pragmatically that Romeo was a wimp. He should have just taken Juliet and run away with her, swallowed his pride and worked at some medieval McDonald's. What about the poetry, I asked her. What about the tragedy? And Rebecca told me that that's all very well and good but it isn't the way things happen in real life.