Quotes About Love

Real men take care of their mother's

I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas. . . . Every book worth a damn is about emotions and love and death and pain. It's about words. It's about a man dealing with life. Okay?

While I fear that we're drawn to what abandons us, and to what seems most likely to abandon us, in the end I believe we're defined by what embraces us.

I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas. What's it about? Every book worth a damn is about emotions and love and death and pain. It's about words. It's about a man dealing with life. Okay?

It cost me everything, absolutely everything, but maybe it's not love if it doesn't cost us everything.

Money. Love. There's not a problem that isn't caused by one or the other. And there's not a problem that can't be solved by one or the other.

Man, he wasn't going to need a stress test anytime soon. If his heart could get through a kiss from her, he could probably run a marathon. While dragging a car behind him. Sideways to the road.

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life. After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night.

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.

You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life. After they were gone? That was all you thought about. Day and night.

You know," he said, "this is why I love you so much." Her tone was heartbreakingly warm. "What do you mean?" You don't ask me to go inside because it's cold. You just want to make it easier for me to be where I want to stand.

I will not fall in love with you," she said. "I can't let myself. I won't." "That's all right. I'll love you enough for the both of us.

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.

A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.

My mother, Ruth Rogers Garrett, taught me many Cherokee stories. She taught through example to be a helper to everyone you ever meet. She taught me that everyone is special in this life, that love has no boundaries, and that boundaries cannot be set on love.

In dreams, as in love, all is possible.

I love you, asshole." Then Gavin laughed. "Right back at you, dickhead.

Granted, physical attraction is what gets you in the door. But there has to be something beyond that to want to keep you there.

I think you're worth fighting for, Elizabeth. Even if I'm fighting you for you.

Bastard." "You love me." "Yes, I do. Now let me come.

That's what love is all about, babe. Forgiveness.

And you know what happens when you fall in love with someone? You want to help that person. You want that person to grow. You want what's best for them.

She leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat as they cuddled together. Maybe he didn't say all the right things, and maybe he didn't do it all in the right way, but he was hers, and she was his, and they'd figure it all out together. Because she knew now that both of them were in this for the long haul, and that he'd be there for her no matter what. And that's what counted the most.

She's important to me. What you think-or want- isn't. I love her. And if I lose her over this, you'll regret it.