Quotes About Love

And I feel her against me - And I think Viola - I think VIOLA! - I think VIOLA!!!!

You're the thing that matters to me, Todd. Out of this whole planet, you're the only thing that matters.

I knew it," Conor grumbled. "These kinds of stories always have stupid princes falling in love." He started walking back to the house. "I thought this was going to be good ."With one swift movement, the monster grabbed Conor's ankles in a long, strong hand and flipped him upside down, holding him in mid-air so his T-shirt rucked up and his heartbeat thudded in his head. As I was saying, said the monster.

You end up hating so many people that without even noticing, you start to hate everyone. Including yourself. But that's the trick, you see? The trick that makes everything survivable. You've got to love somebody.

But when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too.

It's not that you should never love something so much it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled It's not a weakness- It's your best strength- ... I know it in my heart- Right now- Todd Hewitt- There's nothing we can't do together- And we're gonna win -

Maybe there didn't have to be any other reasons. Maybe love made you stupid. Maybe loneliness did.

When they were together like that, they had been their own private universe, bounded just by themselves, a population of two. They were the world, and the world was them.

I thought I had more. I thought Gudmund was my more. It didn't matter how crap everything else was. The stuff with Owen, The stuff with my parents, even later with the stuff at school. I could live with all of that, because I had him. He was mine and no one else's. We lived in this private world, that no one else knew about and no one else ever lived in.

But I just put my hand on the back of his neck- And he says, "Viola-?" And I pull myself toward him- And I kiss him. And it feels like, finally.

They're weak and strong and they make mistakes, like anyone, like he has. And love and care have all kinds of different faces, and within them, there's room for understanding, and for forgiveness, and for more. More and more and more. Sometimes

Are you being a good boy for your mum?" Conor's grandma pinched Conor's cheeks so hard he swore she was going to draw blood. "He's been very good, Ma," Conor's mother said, winking at him from behind his grandma, her favorite blue scarf tied around her head. "So there's no need to inflict quite so much pain.

Never love something so much it can be used to control you.

He opens his voice, showing me other sunrises he has seen, where the fields turn golden and the Source and his one in particular stood up from their early morning labours to watch it rise, a memory as simple as that, yet covered in joy and loss and love and grief- And hope.

I don't want you to go," he said, the tears dropping from his eyes, slowly at first, then spilling like a river. "I know, my love," his mother said in her heavy voice. "I know.

They're your parents. They're meant to love you because. Never in spite.

I wish I had a hundred years," she said, very quietly. "A hundred years I could give to you.

Never pass up the chance to be kissing someone. It's the worst kind of regret.

Jared exhales a long, long time. "Dude." I just swallow. It's loud in the silence. "I think it's starting again." "It's probably just the pressure of everything," Jared offers. "Finals, your massively unrequited love for Henna–" "Don't say unrequited." ". . . your massively invisible love for Henna . . ." I hit him on the arm. It's friendly. More silence.

We've got now,' (...) 'And I've got you. And that's all I want.

The Apothecary was surprised. "You would give up everything you believed in?" "If it would save my daughters," the parson said. "I'd give up everything.

It's not that you should never love something so much it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.

We share our craziness, our neuroses, our little bit of screwed-up-ness that comes from our family. We share it. And it feels like love.

Not everyone has to be the chosen one. Not everyone has to be the guy who saves the world. Most people just have to live their lives the best they can, doing the things that are great from them, having great friends, trying to make their lives better, loving people probably. All the while knowing that the world makes no sense but trying to find a way to be happy anyways.