Quotes About Love

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

Is a person worth more because they have someone to grieve for them?

When I turn around, he cups my face in his hands and he kisses me so deeply that I don't know who is breathing for who, but his mouth and tongue taste like warm honey. I don't know how long it lasts, but when I let go of him, I miss it already.

Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.

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

Never ,' he tells me in a tone full of ice, 'underestimate who or what I care for.

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.

Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring and suffering. ~  Unknown

After a number of years dating, we decided we were good partners.

I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

Sometimes you're loved because of your weaknesses. What you can't do is sometimes more compelling than what you can.

I guess love is the real suspension of disbelief.

My theory was that if you had breasts, boys wanted to have sex with you, which wasn't exactly a big compliment, since they wanted to have sex any way. Whereas if you had a beautiful face, like Julia, boys fell in love with you, which seemed to happen against their will. Then the sex that you had would be about love.

It scares me how fast I go from disliking to loving him, and I wonder if it's this way for everyone.

You can feel like he wants to own you,-not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having.

He said, "People wait their whole lives for the kind of happiness we have.

You don't see him again. Sometimes you worry that he loved you better than any man ever has or will--even if it had nothing to do with you. Even now, he is every blue blazer getting into a cab, every runner along the river, every motorcycle coming and going.

In the cab to the station, he told me that when he was growing up he'd see a look of pleasure cross his mother's face and ask what she was thinking: she'd say, I was just thinking of your father. "That's how I want us to be," Archie said. I smiled. "What?" I said, "I was just thinking of your father.

The way you look at me when you think I might be looking your way is one of my favorite things in the world.

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.

If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another's well-being is more important than one's own.

Schuyler pulled Oliver close and hugged him tightly. "Thank you," she whispered. Thank you for loving me enough to let me go.

Who knew that the path to a womans heart was through the soul of an honest man?