Quotes About Love

strength flows from spirit full enough to nurture another, alive enough to act toward good, clear enough to understand, faithful enough to wait and see, fearless enough to reveal the truth, free enough to choose to learn, courageous enough to stand alone, connected enough to love the other.

deny the abuse, she may grow to fear his anger and his unpredictability. At the same time she may fear the loss of love and the security she believed she had in the relationship.

Strange to think of a form of love going extinct, like a carrier pigeon, a rare tortoise, a lilac or apple whose seeds are not to be found anymore, the scent and taste of the thing long lost, never to be touched again.

In a wild leap that made her feel as though she'd left her body, she thought, It doesn't really matter who you settle on to love, finally, providing you both deserve it.

I started out hoping to remind people at some point in the novel that we should be loving and kind. But then the theme usurped my life, spilling over into my novels until love was no longer a small voice, but now my purpose as a writer.

It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.

How was it possible to be afraid and in love... The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.

But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.

Was it love or wasn't it that she felt for Carol? And how absurd it was that she didn't even know. She had heard about girls falling in love, and she knew what kind of people they were and what they looked like. Neither she nor Carol looked like that. Yet the way she felt about Carol passed all the tests for love and fitted all the descriptions.

Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered

My angel," Carold said. "Flung out of space.

She thought of people she had seen holding hands in movies, and why shouldn't she and Carol?

He loved possessions, not masses of them, but a select few that he did not part with. They gave a man self-respect. Not ostentation but quality, and the love that cherished the quality. Possessions reminded him that he existed, and made him enjoy his existence. It was as simple as that. And wasn't that worth something? He existed. Not many people in the world knew how to, even if they had the money. It really didn't take money, masses of money, it took a certain security.

Sometimes we don't hold hands just so people don't stare. But sometimes- SOMETIMES- you just have to hold on.

Pride won't comfort you when you're sad. Pride won't keep you warm on winter nights. Pride won't give you babies and a family of your own.

those stupid tears to well again. You're being ridiculous, you know that, don't you? You just met this guy. He can't possibly mean that much to you already. But he did! He did. She knew both her mother and Lark had been right to caution her against jumping into anything, but where Sam was concerned, Amy could no more stop

You might resent your brother, you might even hate him at times. But in the end, he was your brother.   For

Husbands come and go, children come and eventually they go. Friends grow up and move away. But the one thing that's never lost is your sister.

Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other." —Carol Saline

The passion for the story is the wind in your narrative sails. Begin at the heart. We must hear the heartbeat of the story. Love your characters into existence.

Let it happen to you now and you'll have learnt something that most people never have the courage to learn. Not to hold on. Not to cling. Because we can possess nothing but ourselves. Learn it now and you won't grow up thinking that other people can be possessed and owned. It'll stop you from breaking yourself over a false idea of love. To love someone is to let them be themselves.

Hug your partner in a full-body embrace a minimum of six times a day, holding each hug for a minimum of six seconds. The six-times-six formula is not arbitrary.

Fix your partner firmly in your heart during four crucial times of the day. Hug your partner six times a day for six seconds. Hold positive thoughts about your relationship. Make a contract to hand out love with compassion and generosity.

Women, the men in your life will definitely be more loving, compassionate, and nurturing if you can understand and accept their vulnerability to shame and reduce the ways you trigger it.