Quotes About Love

Virgil was a social guy. So social, he'd been married three times over a short space of years, until he finally gave it up. He didn't plan to resume until he'd grown old enough to distinguish love from infatuation.

Kids are wonderful, even when they're not.

I despise you and I love you, you who are my damnation and salvation both.

I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I entered a new life and found her again, in a woman who was entirely her own person. When this life is done, I'll turn away from it without regret as well, because I know she waits for me, in another, different life.

She was my friend. Briefly, she was my lover. She was braver than I ever would have been in the moment of death. And I bet she was a hell of a shooting star.

Well, I miss my wife, you know, I said. But I also miss the feeling of, I don't know, comfort. The sense you're where you're supposed to be, with someone you're supposed to be with.

When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up.

Wes is Wes," Alastair said. "One in every family. I love him, but I think of him as a sarcastic pet.

It is sort of remarkable to me how much grief can well up when a pet dies, until one remembers that they are in fact people, who just happen not to be human.

Simply put, she was the one who had to put up with me. That she did so with love and patience and encouragement instead of strangling me, throwing my remains into a wood chipper, and then pretending she had never been married to me at all is a testament to the fact that she is, in fact, the single best person I know.

Dreher laments we now live in a "post-Christian" America, but he's wrong. The Americans who are standing with their loved ones and neighbors are in fact doing exactly what Jesus asked them to do, when he said that we should love each other as we love ourselves. It's possible, however, that we live in a post-accepting-bigotry-cloaking-itself-in-the-raiments-of-Christ America. And, you know. I can live in that America just fine.

How much did you love her?" Jane asked. "Your wife. Kathy. When people are married for a long time, maybe they stay together out of habit." "Sometimes they do," I said. "But I loved her very much. All the time we were married. I love her now.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too," I said. "And you wait around for your body to catch up." "Is that what you're doing now?" Jane said. "Waiting for your body to catch up, I mean." "No, not anymore," I said. "You eventually get to live again. You just live a different life, is all.

Part of me was once someone you loved—she sent. I think that part of me wants to be loved by you again, and wants me to love you as well. I can't be her. I can just be me. But I think you could love me if you wanted to. I want you to. Come to me when you can. I'll be here.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?" Jane asked. "You die, too," I said. "And you wait around for your body to catch up."-

I did two things on my seventy-fifth birthday. I visited my wife's grave. Then I joined the army.

So many people go through life without love. Wanting love. Hoping for love. Hungering for more of it than they have. Missing love when it was gone.

That's what I'd ask you to do: Hope for peace. Because I know that I would love to be able to lay down my weapon and get to being a colonist. Just like you are. Just like I want to be.

I love her more than I actually express in words—an irony for a writer—and am every day genuinely amazed I get to spend my life with her.

I saw the light go out in her eyes, but I kept telling her how much I loved her until they took her away from me at the hospital." "Why did you do that?" Jane asked. "I needed to be sure that the last thing she heard was me telling her how much I loved her," I said.

I want to mourn her, Jared said. I feel her. I can feel the love I had for her. That he had for her. I want to remember her, even if that means I have to mourn her. That's not too much to bear for her memory. It's not, is it? No, Cloud said. I guess it's not.

Part of what makes us human is what we mean to other people, and what people mean to us.

I support gay marriage because I support marriage.

Their lives were their own, and in their way they loved and feared and wondered and hoped. They did not expect me to be the end of all of that.