Quotes About Love

People are complicated, and they hurt each other. Effie Linton had known this for a long time, just as she knew that sometimes those wounds were inflicted deliberately, over and over, and not with fists or weapons. Sometimes, they did it with love.

There had been times when missing him had felt like someone had reached inside her and pulled out the part of her that remembered how to breathe. And times when she'd barely given the memories of him a second's worth of her time.

That was the thing about love, though, wasn't it? When you loved somebody, you wanted to give them everything you could. You wanted what was best for them, no matter what. You wanted them to move beyond what was awful and terrible, beyond anything that had ever hurt them.

This book is for the wild ones who open their eyes wide into darkness, the ones who love when they should not; this is for the ones who count and take comfort in the stars.

I want you," Heath said. You have me, Effie thought but didn't say aloud. You will always have me.

Could it really be so easy? Could someone who'd almost slipped through my fingers be within my grasp again—just like that? Maybe that's the thing about real love...it comes easier than the kind you have to break yourself for.

none of them have any idea what it's like to love someone so much you'd die for them. Literally die.

It's easy to love someone when they're all you know.

So what, then? You're a ghost? Because that's how it feels to me sometimes, Effie. You're a fucking ghost, and all you do is haunt me.

When you love someone," Heath said, "you want them to be happy more than you want it for yourself. You don't care about the price.

I want to tell you that you'll know love when it hits you, and it will all be great and you'll find that one person who makes your heart sing, the end, happily ever after. I want to do that for you, I really do. But I'm just not that person. I'm sorry.

Haunt me," he whispered. "Make me crazy for the rest of my life. But please, Effie. Don't leave me. Just let me love you.

I didn't want to love him, but I didn't want him not to love me.

Sometimes love takes you by the hand and leads you to run through fields of flowers while butterflies weave you a dress out of rainbows. Other times, love takes you by the throat and chokes you until all you see is the bright, sharp trail of shooting stars right before everything turns to black. The problem is, you can never tell in advance which way the story ends, not until you're too far into it, and you have no choice but to keep turning the pages.

I wanted to be angry with him, but since my love for him had burned to ash, I couldn't find anything to mold into fury.

Love comes in all shapes and flavors, and I just want to be able to taste them all.

This book is for a black light, a bottom bunk and a hug, For a doorway, a pair of kicked-off shoes and the width of a kitchen table, And as ever and always, for a blue bathrobe, a million miles of legs and a whole lot of hair. Everything that came before you is a memory, but you are the real and constant thing.

a Dios le importa menos lo que comes que cómo tratas a tus seres queridos

?simyl?jimai niekada neb?na vienodi. Jeigu esi palaimintas - arba prakeiktas - patirti š? jausm? daugiau negu vien? kart?, kiekvien? syk? b?na kitaip. Myl?dama niekada tuo neabejojau - meil? visada tikra, net jeigu trunka tik trump? akimirk?.

Hold me close,

do with love. Or rather lust, that tricky emotion that could masquerade as love while driving you crazier than real love ever would.

Sometimes you love someone who can't give you what you want, so what can you do but love them enough to let them go?

All we need is right here. The two of us will find a way to make things work. That it will all be okay.

Dan smiled at me with lips still moist from mine. I have seen clouds part for the sun. I have seen rainbows. I have seen flowers in the morning, covered in dew, and I have seen sunsets so brilliant with fire they have made me want to weep. And I have seen Dan smile at me, his lips still wet from my kiss, and if I had to choose which sight moved me the most I would say it was that one.