Quotes About Love

I was in love with her. And it didn't matter that she wasn't in love with me. I loved her. It was my love story. I don't expect you to understand that but it's true. You don't have to be loved back. You can love anyway.

We get given our faces, thinks Audie, but we inherit our lives, our happiness and our unhappiness. Some get a lot, some get a little. Some savor every morsel and suck the marrow out of every bone. We take pleasure in the sound of rain, the smell of cut grass, the smiles of strangers, the feeling of dawn on a hot day. We learn things and realize we can never know more than we don't know. We catch love like a cold and cling to it like wreckage in a storm.

People who lose children have their hearts warped into weird shapes. Some try to deny it has happened. Some pretend it hasn't. Losing friends or parents is not the same. To lose a child is beyond comprehension. It defies biology. It contradicts the natural order of history and genealogy. It derails common sense. It violates time. It creates a huge, black, bottomless hole that swallows all hope.

They trap us like that - babies- with one look they can take hold of our hearts because our hearts have no defences against such beauty and fragility.

Loving children is easy. Keeping them is hard.

Norman Mailer said there were four stages in a marriage: first the affair then the marriage, then children and then finally the fourth stage, without which you cannot know a woman, the divorce.

My love for a child will be greater than my love for an adult because it is a singular love that isn't based on physical attraction, or shared experiences, or the pleasures of intimacy, or time together. It is unconditional, immeasurable, unshakeable.

Anyone who says honesty is the best policy is living in la-la land. Either that or they have never been married or had children. Parents lie to their kids all the time--about sex, drugs, death, and a hundred other things. We lie to those we love to protect their feelings. We lie because that's what love means, whereas unfettered honesty is cruel and the height of self-indulgence.

She looked over a shoulder, a gesture he would never get over, a moment fixed in his mind—the perfection of her skin, the music in her laughter; her eyes brown in places that brown could only dream of reaching. And he knew at that precise moment that he would always yearn for Belita, whether they spent their lives together or if they parted that evening and he never saw her again.

It's strange, talking about love. I used to hate the word. Hate is too strong. I was sick of reading about it in books, hearing it in songs, watching it in films. It seemed such a huge burden to place on another person - to love them; to give them something so unbelievably fragile and expect them not to break it or lose it or leave it behind on the No.96 bus.

People, not places, make a life whole.

Love and pain are not the same. But sometimes it feels like they should be. Love is put to test everyday. Pain is not. Yet the two of them are inseparable because true love cannot bear separation.

Es ist mir egal, wie viel jemand auf der Bank hat - solange er kein Kind hat, besitzt er nichts von Wert.

She throws herself at Julianne, calling her Mummy. I haven't heard her use the word in four years. "Be careful. Don't squeeze her too hard," warns the young blond paramedic. "Do you have children?" I ask her. "No." "You'll learn it doesn't hurt when they squeeze you hard.

Love was an accident waiting to happen, he decided. It was like throwing a parachute out of a plane and jumping after it, convinced that you could catch it on the way down. He was falling but it didn't feel like a death plummet.

I thought I knew everything about friendship and family: the happiness, simplicity and joy within them. But there is another side of devotion, a side which Samira understands.

this: I have never met anyone who is so central to my existence that life without her seems incomprehensible, who I care more about than I do myself.

Kinder zu lieben, ist leicht. Sie zu behalten, ist schwer.

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.' Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

They trap us like that—babies—with one look they can take hold of our hearts because our hearts have no defenses against such beauty and fragility.

Children are like time capsules that we shoot into the future, hoping there will still be a world for them to inherit. I don't know if they are chips off the same block, or if one apple has fallen farther from the tree, but what does it matter? They are loved. Longed for. Ours.

My beautiful black Labrador

You know why I love dogs more than people?" she shouts, everything about her softer. "Feed them and pet them and they'll love you when no one else will.

How do I explain to someone like my mother that love and hate are not absolutes, or opposite sides of the same coin. Hate is an evil passion and love an inspired one,