Quotes About Love

I love real maple syrup.

Courtship is romantic. Marriage ... is an act of will," said Pippa, taking a sip of water. "I mean, I adore Herb. But the marriage functions because we will it to. If you leave love to hold everything together, you can forget it.

His mind strayed from his work to her. His dreams were never of anything but her. There was nothing beautiful in the world that didn't, in some way, remind him of her. And he began to wonder if he really did have a heart after all. For didn't you have to possess a heart to be so dangerously close to losing it?

What a truly remarkable emotion love is," he whispered, his breath fogging the window. Only love, the very thing he'd once believed to be pure myth, could have made him feel the way he had today at the race. He'd been irritated by the way people laughed at her, angered by the condescending way everyone looked and sneered at her. The whispered insults he'd heard had infuriated him, and Wesley's slander had finally hurled him into a rage.

I always knowed love was somethin' powerful, Khan, but I didn't never know jist how unbeatable it is. You cain't control it, boy. Cain't love jist a little bit like I reckoned. Thur ain't no measurements when it comes to love. Either you love or you don't.

Being a mom makes me feel whole and like I understand the meaning of life.

I think to make any relationship work it just takes a tremendous amount of effort and accepting of one another.

I think one of the sweetest proofs we have of the Father's loving care for us is that we often find in this life the things which gave us great happiness below.

Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things God hath prepared for them that love him.

The desire to go home that is a desire to be whole, to know where you are, to be the point of intersection of all the lines drawn through all the stars, to be the constellation-maker and the center of the world, that center called love. To awaken from sleep, to rest from awakening, to tame the animal, to let the soul go wild, to shelter in darkness and blaze with light, to cease to speak and be perfectly understood.

Scrapbooking isn't about scraps of paper and photos. Scrapbooking is about scraps of life - yours and those special to you.

I'm an old man, and she's gone now. So don't worry, okay?

Bridge knew why she was here. It's why we're all here, she thought. Call it Mr. Partridge with his black-and-white cookies. Call it Em standing on that stage with her knees shaking but her voice strong. Call it Jamie looking awkward in the doorway of her bedroom after she'd had the mummy nightmare. Call it love.

Love is when your heart wraps around something and won't let go.

Let's say everyone has nine thousand things about themselves," Em had explained to Tab and Bridge in sixth grade, "and say two people fall in love because it seems like all their things match up. But what they don't know is that only like a thousand of their things actually match up. My mom says most people who get married don't even know those other eight thousand things about themselves yet. So it could happen to anyone.

But at the exact same time I got nervous about that, I also got this other feeling, which I can only describe of as love for Annemarie's elevator.

Trying to forget really doesn't work. In fact, it's pretty much the same as remembering. But I tried to forget anyway, and to ignore the fact that I was remembering you all the time.

That's what happens when people take away their love, Bea. It makes you smaller. Sometimes, it makes you disappear.

life is like a trip. A very long one. And what matters most is the people you travel with.

Good morning!' Mom was standing in front of the stove, making bacon. 'Annemarie, I called your dad last night, and he told me that you have a thing for bacon omelettes.' 'Yum!' Annemarie said. 'That smells great. No wonder I'm so hungry.' I was staring. Mom had serious bed head and her eyes were puffy with sleep. But she was up at seven-thirty in the morning, making us bacon omelettes. I wanted to hug her. But didn't.

It's about the kind of love that doesn't ask you to be anyone but who you are.

MISS U MIS U MIS U There's a shortage of S's and only two M's, so the last one is an upside-down W. I fall asleep to the sound of Dad murmuring into the phone behind his bedroom door. In the morning there's a message from Mom: ME TOO PICKLE

But sometimes our veils are pushed away for a few moments, like there's a wind blowing it from our faces. And when the veil lifts, we can see the world as it really is, just for those few seconds before it settles down again. We see all the beauty, and cruelty, and sadness, and love. But mostly we are happy not to. Some people learn to lift the veil themselves. Then they don't have to depend on the wind anymore.

It is, actually," Sherm said, looking her straight in the eyes, the way he had during the intruder drill. "Best thing ever.