Quotes About Love

Is that what you want?" he asked her. "To spend the rest of your life with a man you don't love?

Love is rare enough in this life, that when you come acrost it you'd best grab ahold, and hang on for dear life.

I know I ain't smart, Miss Althea. I don't pretend to be. It's something a feller can't lie about. But I can get you game. I can keep ups this farm. And I care about your boy. I care about him a lot. But I'd never get between the two of you. Miss Althea, if you'll marry up with me, I promise to listen to you in the things I don't know about. Work for you 'til my back is broke and my fingers is down to the bone. And love and care for you until the day I die.

Marrying the right girl is the single most important ingredient for a happy life," he'd also said.

She was Grandma Will. That term felt foreign and unfitting to the relationship they had. She wondered if her father had ever called her Mother, Ma, Mom, Mama? Maybe in private he might have, but to the world, all the world, it was Aunt Will.

Piney woke up wearing a big grin on his face. He couldn't remember when he'd slept so well. He pulled the pillow next to him up over his face. He could smell her hair on it. "Jesse," he murmured to himself. He liked her. He really liked her. And he loved, loved, loved doing her. Being inside her. She was so hot. She was so tight. She was… Piney stopped himself in midthought and rolled out of bed. His mind was headed where his body could not go.

And I couldn't stop loving you if I tried.There's so much good in you, Smiley. You're strong, you're giving, you're sweet. Your smile lights me up inside like a dozen suns, and your kiss turns me to putty. You're with every risk . Any risk.

The light that had flared to life in her mind, the mating light, burned brightly, filling her with an endless glow of warmth and love. She cocked her head. "They say a leopard can't change his spots." "Liv . . ." The word ached. She pressed her hand to his cheek and smiled at him with all the love in her heart. "It's a good thing you're not a leopard.

I am." A soft hand stroked his cheek. "I love what you are." "I saw your eyes, D. When I went feral." "Well, yeah. Under the circumstances, I had reason to be afraid. But, for heaven's sake, Tighe, it's your own fault you scare us humans. You guys are so damned secretive, no one knows you even exist. So of

She'd thought binding would enslave her. Instead, for the first time in her life, she felt whole. Tighe watched her with moisture in his own eyes. He kissed her, and the sweetness, the passion, exploded inside her a hundred times more brilliant than before as if she'd been living life in two dimensions, two black-and-white dimensions, and through this ritual, he'd lifted her into a stunning new existence.

A minute spent reading to your kids now will repay itself a million-fold later," the author George Saunders

The Alexandria Quartet

It's rare that I have a boyfriend- that only happens if I fall in love. I've noticed that people who are never in a relationship just to be in a relationship keep their childlike spark because they don't end up settling for things that make them unhappy, and they never feel as if they took less than what was out there for them. So for me, being single is what I do, and falling in love is the exception.

I now believe in growing old gratefully, not gracefully. I haven't found the secret to life, or love, or eternal youth. But I do know now that youth is not the blossom but the bud, and that though one cannot always be young and wild, if you are willing to learn, to grow, to outrun the mileposts of your own wildest dreams, you can always be winsome and lucky, lovely and free.

But I have learned that love is the one area where women should give themselves a break and cut bait. Men are better at that—if a guy isn't feeling great about the relationship, he will leave and not look back. As women, we're more analytical and more accommodating. We tend to hang in there and try harder. But if you're with a dude who's texting other girls, bye-bye.

Love isn't always enough. It's a hard lesson because we're raised to believe that it is—it's in every story we hear. But just because you love somebody and they love you back doesn't mean your relationship makes sense or that it's a good one for you both to be in. Having chemistry with someone is important, yes, but the most important thing is that the person you're with makes you happy.

love might be forever but life was not.

Before was preparation: leaving home, going to college, launching a career, getting married, having a child, realizing that love might be forever but life was not. After was living with the choices I'd made: that man, that child, that profession, that city, that self.

Every kiss has its own meaning. As the early-twentieth-century French chanteuse Mistinguett said: "A kiss can be a comma, a question mark, or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know.

There's never the right last moment. Even if you get to say good-bye, even if you get to say "I love you", even if you jump off a plane and get a tattoo and hug everyone you've ever met right before you drift off with a smile, it is never the right last moment. There is always more to say, somewhere to go, something to remember. Another discussion, another fight. There is always supposed to be another day.

I've never subscribed to that 'Love means never having to say you're sorry' bullshit. In fact, love means you always get the chance to say you're sorry. When we love someone, we always want to forgive them.

It makes you crazy. Waiting for someone to love you, to come to you and only you, to choose you like you've already chosen, is the most degrading, debasing, demoralising...and yet, sweet, sweet pain there is. It's as humbling aas it is humiliating. But yes, there is a sweet side.

You deserve to know that I love you, more than I ever intended to, more than I ever thought I could love someone whom I admittedly barely know. It's the dumbest love there is, love that doesn't come back -- to you.

There must be a different kind of love, one I haven't felt yet, when someone looks at you just like you're looking at him and you don't have to say anything.