Quotes About Love

In some ways, it was as if nothing had changed. Our bodies knew each other so well we didn't have to think about how to move. But when it was over and we lay still, I felt a terrible sadness come down because I loved him as much as I ever did.

I loved him for a full year and then, in one night, all my wishing came apart.

I've sometimes thought that being loved a little less than others can actually make a person, rather than ruin them.

I wanted something grand and sweeping." "The kind of love you find in novels?" "Maybe. That makes me incredibly stupid, I suppose.

At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good long while.

But when Bumby nursed, his fist clutching the fabric of my robe, his eyes soft and bottomless and locked on mine, as if I were the very heart of his universe, I couldn't help but melt into him.

He didn't know how love managed to be a garden one moment and war the next. He was at war now, his loyalty tested at every turn.

There are some who said I should have fought harder or longer than I did for my marriage, but in the end fighting for love that was already gone felt like trying to live in the ruins of a lost city.

Those early days in Paris were nearly forty years behind him and yet, in the final pages he writes of Hadley, "I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

I love you now more than I ever have in some ways and though different people view their marriage vows differently, I meant mine to the death. I'm ready to be yours forever if you must know it, but since you've fallen in love and want to marry someone else, I feel I have no choice but to move aside and let you do that.

The people we love never leave us, Anna. You know that already. That's what I mean by spirit. I mean love.

You make your life with someone and you love that person and you think it's enough. But it's never enough, is it?

I was falling in love, and it was wonderful, and it was awful.

Who, when you got right down to it, knew a goddamned thing about love?

If you think about it, most of us have very little choice about what we're going to become or who we're going to love, or what place on earth chooses us, becoming home. All we can do is go when we're called, and pray we'll still be taken in.

How unbelievably naïve we both were that night. We clung hard to each other, making vows we couldn't keep and should never have spoken aloud. That's how love is sometimes. I already loved him more than I'd ever loved anything or anyone. I knew he needed me absolutely, and I wanted him to go on needing me forever.

They love me like a pack of wolves. Ernest

I hope we'll get lucky enough to grow old together. You see them on the street, those couples who've been married so long you can't tell them apart. How'd that be?" "I'd love to look like you," I said. "I'd love to be you.

The affair begun and ended, the damage done and the repairs under way, my battered heart on the mend. Because he would break my heart. I already knew that if nothing else.

I was just as terrified that even if he did finally choose me, our love wouldn't be the lasting kind.

Perhaps Ernest's marriage meant, as I'd said, that there was no cliff to fling myself from. But what did that matter when love itself was an ocean, and you could drown in even a teacup of it?

Is it nice? It's hard to care about people. You end up fretting all the time and feeling helpless, hoping they'll live forever. Only no one does.

you looked at the bicycles one way, they looked very solid, like sculpture, with afternoon light glinting cleanly off the chrome handlebars—one, two, three, all in a row. If you looked at them another way, you could see just how thin each kickstand was under the weight of the heavy frame, and how they were poised to fall like dominoes or the skeletons of elephants or like love itself.

Was my happiness so completely tied to him now that I could only feel like myself when he was near?