Quotes About Love

It's natural to want someone you love to do what you want, or what you think would be good for them, but you can't interfere with people you love anymore than you're supposed to interfere with people you don't even know.

But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.

When someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don''t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time.

Love was certainly not safe - not ever.

It happens to many teenagers-that moment when you feel full of resentment or distrust for those adults you once loved unquestioningly.

You can learn a lot from your lovers, but-for the most part-you get to keep your friends longer, and you learn more from them.

Dan suggested to Owen and me that we were better off to not involve ourselves with Hester. How true! But how we wanted to be involved in the thrilling real-life sleaziness that we suspected Hester was in the thick-of. We were in a phase, through television and the movies, of living only vicariously. Even faintly sordid silliness excited us if it put us in contact with love.

So we dream on. Thus we invent our lives. We give ourselves a sainted mother, we make our father a hero; and someone's older brother and someone's older sister – they become our heroes too. We invent what we love and what we fear. There is always a brave lost brother – and a little lost sister, too. We dream on and on: the best hotel, the perfect family, the resort life. And our dreams escape us almost as vividly as we can imagine them.

Wherever Melony went, she would not be without guidance, she would not be without love, without faith; she had a good book with her. If only she kept reading it and reading it...

Did anyone who was in love and was unsatisfied with how he was loved in return ever feel saved?

He wanted to take Homer Wells in his arms, and hug him, and kiss him, but he could only hope that Homer understood how much Dr. Larch's self-esteem was dependent on his self-control.

Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past? Who can ever estimate the power of association, which is always strongest in moments of love and in memories of death?

friends were more important than lovers - not least for the fact that friendships generally lasted longer than relationships.

there's a limit to enduring admiration being a substitute for love.

Only the chicken-lover will understand me. He will give me a kindly look, maybe mildly desirous. His eyes will tell me: You might look a lot better with some reddish-brown feathers.

people can't, unhappily, invent their mooring posts, their lovers and their friends, anymore than they can invent their parents.

Once again, Jack reached for her hand. It was the only thing he knew how to do. As it would turn out, it was about the only thing he reall knew.

Homer Wells was in Wally's room, reading David Copperfield and thinking about Heaven – '…that sky above me, where, in the mystery to come, I might yet love her with a love unknown on earth, and tell her what the strife had been within me when I loved her here.' I think I would prefer to love Candy here, 'on earth,' Homer Wells was thinking – when Olive interrupted them.

It is simply amazing, at that age, when you're thirteen or fourteen, how you can take being loved for granted, how (even when you are wanted) you can feel utterly alone.

You know what I love... everything.

It was not out of love that I wanted to meet my father, but out of the darkest curiosity - to be able to recognize, in myself, what evil I might be capable of.

it was a feeling with nowhere to go. Was that what love was, and how it came to you--leaving you no options for its use?

It's natural to want someone you love to do what you want, or what you think would be good for them, but you have to let everything happen to them. You can't interfere with people you love any more than you're supposed to interfere with people you don't even know. And that's hard. Because you often feel like interfering—you want to be the one who makes the plans. . . You can't protect people, kiddo, all you can do is love them.

Sometimes it is the only worthwhile product you can salvage from a day: what you make to eat. With writing, I find, you can have all the right ingredients, give plenty of time and care, and still get nothing. Also true of love.