Quotes About Love

She rubbed it onto his hands one day in Year Eleven, feeling the texture of his fingertips, callused by the strings of his guitar, and his palms, rough from woodwork. ("Productive, despite your lazy streak," she had said, inspecting them.)

I'm sorry," he says, "for that time I kissed you at that party and for that time at the wedding and more than anything for the thousand times that I wanted to and didn't have the guts to.

What if she's all I give you in this life of ours, my love?" she asked quietly. "Then I'll shout at the goddess in fury," he said fiercely. "I'll beg to know why I've been given so much when other men have so little.

No,' I say, looking up at Griggs. 'It's actually because my heart belongs to someone else.' And if I could bottle the look on his face, I'd keep it by my bedside for the rest of my life

Do you think you love him?" Phaedra had once asked. "I don't know really what that is," Quintana had responded in her cold, practical way. Yes, you do, my queen, Phaedra wanted to say now. Quintana's love was unabashed. Wondrous. The type of love that lit a strange, strange face and turned it into a beacon.

But there was nothing wrong with their marriage. I could be a fool for believing this one hundred percent, but there was never anyone for Dominic but Jacinta and vice versa. They knew they'd get through the shitty part." "But they didn't," he argues. "They're not divorced, Tom. That marriage is not over.

Once she made him watch Pride and Prejudice and for ages he would reword Mr. Bingley's apology to Jane Bennet, saying, "I've been an inexplicable fool," for anything from losing his keys to burping out loud. Her reply to anything she wanted to do was Jane Bennet's response to Bingley's marriage proposal: "A thousand times yes.

On Friday morning, when Eugenia leaves, Rosie bawls, trying to embrace her, but her grandmother isn't the type. The older woman just keeps on walking until she gets into the cab. It doesn't mean Eugenia feels less. Martha thinks it means that she feels more, but is worried about the dam that'll burst if she ever lets the emotion get the better of her.

I'm in love. I don't want to be in love with Jacob Coote. I want to be in love with John Barton and have people look upon me with envy, but John doesn't make me feel like this. I'm beginning to realise that things don't turn out the way you want them to. and sometimes, when they don't, they can turn out just a little bit better.

I need to know that I can still breathe properly when he's not around.

But say he forgets about me or meets someone else or pretends I don't exist. I look at her and then at Trini and Raffy. "Teresa, Teresa. Have we taught you nothing?" Raffy says in an irritated voice. "It's war. You go in and you hunt him down until he realises that he's made a mistake" Teresa looks hopeful. "It's not as if men haven't gone to war for dumber reasons" Trini adds.

I remember love. It's what I have to keep on reminding myself. It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you.

Sometimes people who care about us say all the wrong things for all the right reasons.

Ella le estaba enviando estrellas. Era difícil de escuchar. Él todavía se sentía como si estuviese robando algo. Hay momentos en los que no puedes creer que algo maravilloso está sucediendo. Ella le estaba enviando estrellas. Era difícil de escuchar. Él todavía se sentía como si estuviese robando algo.

Mirad, recuerdo el amor, eso es lo que la gente no entiende.

Vale más una persona cuando alguien sufre por ella?

The need to lie by her side and gather her to him was so fierce that it made him weak.

Josie, life is not a romance novel. People fall out of love. People disappoint other people and they find it very hard to forgive.

I remember on the day I was separated from Froi outside the Paladazzo, I learned that I could be loved. That was his greatest gift to me. From you, I learned that I could love my people. Don't ever underestimate the power of that.

Recuerdo amor. Es lo que tengo que seguir recordándome. Es gracioso cómo puedes olvidarlo todo, excepto el amor de las personas que te han querido. Tal vez por eso a los humanos nos cuesta tanto recuperarnos de las historias de amor. No es el dolor lo que tratan de superar, es el amo.

Y si pudiera embotellar la expresión de su cara, la guardaría en mi mesita de noche el resto de mi vida.

Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

and I cried because I was loved by two of the strongest women I would ever meet in my lifetime.

It's funny how you can forget everything except people loving you. Maybe that's why humans find it so hard getting over love affairs. It's not the pain they're getting over, it's the love.