Quotes About Love

I think love is an imperative. It obligates you.

He smiled the kind of smile that is the reason for wars and poetry.

If I were to ever have a full-fledged vocation, as opposed to a half-assed avocation, I needed to love it and, in my experience, it isn't always easy to figure out what you love.

Maybe she would remember who he was, and maybe she would come back.

That no matter what happens, loving someone to the best of your ability is the right thing to do. It's the only thing to do.

What's killing him is the idea that I will die unhappy, in a miserable marriage. He hates that my life isn't ending on a good note… So I told him that he's a good man and was the love of my life, both of which are true. I tried to tell him all the things I hadn't told him before… Mostly, I wanted him to understand the real reason I'd thought our marriage was over. It was over because we forgot to stay in love. Both of us.

Honestly, William, time ?' his mother had snapped. ' Distance ? Those things have nothing whatsoever to do with love. Who knows that better than you?

In my experience, people love what they love. They just do. Or fail to love what they fail to love.

Back when we were in love, even after we'd been together for years, that smile never stopped taking me by surprise. It was found money, an arrowhead, a shooting star, a great, shiny stroke of luck every single time.

Honestly, the idea of wanting to spend time with people one did not love absolutely mystified her.

A real life doesn't mean getting what you want; the achievement, the priviledge, too, is knowing what you love. But getting what you love? Having what you love love you back? Oh, my friend, its a miracle: your one tiny life's head-on collision with divinity.

Like love was a habit you couldn't break.

We were friends. It was as big a deal as being in love." She tried to think of a way to make Amelie understand. "It was a revelation, being friends like that. God, it was holy to me. But it wasn't being in love.

It's just that without wanting to or trying to—and for years I was deliberately trying not to—I held on to love. Or it held on to me. Not active love; not love, the verb form. It was more just there, a small, unshakable thing, leftover, useless, as vestigial as wisdom teeth or a tailbone, but still potent enough so that when I heard his voice on the phone, my heart gave a tiny jump of hope that made me want to slap it.

We think our parents are in charge, right? Like they know what they're doing? But the truth is, they're making it up as they go along, just like we are. Just like everyone. If we judge them by their worst mistakes, they're all, like, gargantuan failures. Maybe you should try judging your mom by her intentions, by whether she, like, loves you and is doing her best.

Cornelia—who was in town dropping off her children at her parents' house for a week of, as she put it, "unfettered joy, limitless pie, and irreversible spoiling

You mean you're not on your way home?" asked Pen. Will could hear the joy in her voice. "Not unless you mean you," he told her. "I'm on my way to you.

Cornelia pulled love around me like a coat, tugged it shut, and did up the buttons, as if I belonged to her. And so I did.

Maybe love comes in at the eyes, but not nearly as much as it comes in at the ears...

You're his blue sky. When everything else is darkness. But is he yours?

And then, one day, Edith gave me a house.

How arrogant to believe we are in control of what happens to the people we love, good or bad, when there's this giant, teeming universe of forces at work out there: biology, society, economics, physics, grief, greed, the Spanish Inquisition, meanness, illness, drugs, love, weather, accidents, randomness. Do you see what I mean?

I know the pull of a dark, complicated man, the kind who has trouble loving anyone but you. But let me tell you this: the ones who look like home are home.

I'd figured out that a real life didn't mean attaining my heart's desire, but knowing it, meant not the satisfaction, but the longing. Knowing what you love and why, I found out, is as real as it gets.