Quotes About Love

I think it is a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is. —Vladimir Nabokov

there were things I knew for sure: That I had been loved, once, and had loved back. That a person could find hope in the way a weed grew. That the sum of a man's life was not where he wound up but in the details that brought him there. That we made mistakes.

I wouldn't know what being in love felt like if it hit me in the face

When I see him, his frame filling the doorway, I do not feel passion, excitement. I can't remember if I ever have. He makes me feel comfortable, like a favorite pair of shoes.

Take it from me: 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.

If all I could ever have is you, I'd be a billionaire.

Listen, I would say, this is not how I thought our lives would go; and maybe we cannot find our way out of this alley. But there is no one I'd rather be lost with.

I don't know what it is about death that makes it so hard. I suppose it's the one-sided communication; the fact that we never get to ask our loved one if she suffered, if she is happy wherever she is now... if she is somewhere. It's the question mark that comes with death that we can't face, not the period.

A dutiful mother is someone who follows every step her child makes," I said. "And a good mother?" I lifted my gaze to Charlotte's. "Is someone whose child wants to follow her.

When you fall in love, it's because you find someone who fills all your empty spaces. When you fall out of love, it's because you realize that you're both broken.

Jei atiduodi kam nors savo šird?, o tie žmon?s miršta, ar jie nusineša j? su savim? Ar likusi? amžinyb?s dal? praleidi su kiauryme, kurios ne?manoma užpildyti?

I eat kung pao chicken like it's going out of style, but I'm pretty sure I don't have an Asian cell in my body. I love Toni Morrison novels although I'm not black. I'm straight and I'm happily married. The reason I work here is because I think you deserve that, too.

Waste cilake, Sioux for I love you

Love is like a tidal wave. It sucks you under and you drown. But sometimes, love is the only thing that keeps you afloat.

Don't think I'm a bad mother. I'm just a realistic one. I knew that Jacob was handsome, funny, and so smart it sometimes left me reeling. It was hard though for others to see him in that light. To them, he just seemed odd.

Love was supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it fell apart at the details.

My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop seeing the scar, and to recognize her again. "Yes," she said. "But see how much of me is left?"  Ã¢â'¬Â¢

It's not that he doesn't love you enough to tell you the truth," she said. "It's that he loves you too much to risk it.

Sometimes when you pick up your child, you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood. Finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without.

Could love be not grand gestures or empty vows, not promises meant to be broken, but instead a paper trail of forgiveness?

He was the kind of dog whose heart was too big for his own body, and so he continuously offered it up to me.

When you find the person you are supposed to love, you will know by staring deeply into her eyes. Well, that's a deal breaker for me. It is hard for me to explain why it is so difficult to look into people's eyes. Imagine what it would be like if someone sliced your chest with a scalpel and rummaged around inside you, squeezing your heart and lungs and kidneys. That level of complete invasion is what it feels like when I make eye contact.

She had nothing left inside. She'd given it all to her son. And that was the greatest heartbreak of all—no matter how spectacular we want our children to be, no matter how perfect we pretend they are, they are bound to disappoint. As it turns out, kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through.

I know what love is, but only theoretically. I don't feel it the way other people do.