Quotes About Love

la virtud verdadera y el amor verdadero por los seres humanos se definía asignando a cada objeto el grado preciso de amor que le era propio, que merecía.

No, Tully, he doesn't get it because he doesn't love me. When you don't love somebody you never get how they feel. You don't even look for it.

Oh, Tully, you really don't understand, do you? It's not a matter of going after him, don't you see?" Jennifer began to cry again. "Don't you see that if he wanted me, he would've seen by now what's so plain to me and to everyone else? He would've seen it. But he doesn't see it because he doesn't feel the same way.

Forget it. Tell me, do you think you love Robin? Honestly." Tully looked over at Jennifer's shadow in the dark room. "I don't particularly want to lose him," she said. "Is that love?

What was the point of falling in love if you stayed exactly as you were?

Un hombre puede ser perfectamente feliz con una mujer, siempre y cuando no la ame»

Do you remember what you're supposed to do now? Kiss the palm of your hand and press it against your heart.

It's hard to accept that the person we love will not change. [...] Not in this life. And possibly not in any other. Our love is so strong that we think it can change things. It can change the world, can beat back death, can change the man we love. [...] Because our love has changed us.

Are you worried? About moving to Russia?" She smiled. "No, mio caro figlio. I'm not worried either." She kissed him. "My lovely, living boy," she said, kissing him between each word. "My hope"—kiss—"my happiness"—kiss—"my love, my life, my joy." Kiss, kiss, kiss.

If they had stayed together for years, and he went off to war, and when he came back, their house had burned down, and she was gone, and he searched for her across the scorched South, and when he finally found her, he took her in his arms and pressed her to his lips. [...] He might say, I have searched behind the sun for you, at the bottom of the earth for you. [...] He might say, my love , I have found you again.

For you, nothing is ever enough. Your hunger for love is so great and the hole so unfilled that everything gets swallowed up inside.

Alexander non aveva dubbi: qualunque fosse la sua vita, Tatiana non lo aveva dimenticato.

Dopo Coconut Grove scoprirono finalmente cosa preferivano, quello di cui avevano più bisogno: semplicemente di loro tre, in una trinità malconcia ma intatta.

There was no Alexander anymore; the man he knew had died and was reborn inside a perfect heart, given to him straight from God, to him and for him.

He soaped her like he loved her, held her like he loved her, loved her like he loved her.

Tatiana yields herself to remind him that her submission-the source of all his strength-is his privilege and not his right.

He didn't think of her individual traits, he didn't think of the details of her hair, or her eyes, or her body. He thought of her as a whole, as an entity that enthralled him, which he could not blink away; one whole person, human, heartfelt, and real.

Non tremerò né indietreggerò, non abbasserò la testa. Troverò il modo di alzare gli occhi, di non lasciare entrare niente. Eccetto te, Alexander.

Tatiana le pidió a Dimitri que se marchara y después subió a la azotea, donde rogó para que le cayera una bomba. Vio

Be my comfort, come away with me. Rise up and come away, my beloved.

Alexander raised his shaking right hand to his temple, to his lips, to his heart.

She wasn't afraid of random war. It was like being struck by lightning, even if the lightning did strike a thousand times a day. No, it wasn't war that terrified Tatiana. It was the resolute chaos of her broken heart.

Estamos solos en el mundo, pero si somos afortunados, llega un momento en que pertenecemos a algo, a alguien, y ese momento nos sostiene durante toda una vida de soledad.

His eyes were blazing. "Tania, you are too much for me…I can't take you, not in small doses, not in large ones, not here, not on the street, nowhere.