Quotes About Love

Never in his life had Edward been cradled like a baby. Abilene had not done it. Nor had Nellie. And most certainly, Bull had not. It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love. Edward felt the whole of his china body flood with warmth. (page 128)

And hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

It was a singular sensation to be held so gently and yet so fiercely, to be stared down at with so much love.

But still, here are the words Despereaux Tilling spoke to his father. He said, I forgive you, Pa! And he said those words because he sensed that it was the only way to save his heart, to stop it from breaking in two. Despereaux, reader, spoke those words to save himself.

You are the ever-expanding universe to me

What was it like... to have someone who knew you would always return and who welcomed you with open arms?

Hands down, the biggest thrill is to get a letter from a kid saying, I loved your book. Will you write me another one?

I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.

Despereaux, she whispered. And then she shouted it, Despereaux! Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name. Nothing.

There is a lot of love in him, a lot of love in his heart... And he is up there with no one and nothing to love. It is a bad thing to have love and no where to put it.

During the night, while Bull and Lucy slept, Edward, with ever-open eyes, stared up at the constellations. He said their names, and then he said the names of the people who loved him. He started with Abilene, and then went on to Nellie and Lawrence and from there to Bull and Lucy, and then he ended again with Abilene: Abilene, Nellie, Lawrence, Bull, Lucy, Abilene. See? Edward told Pellegrina. I am not like the princess. I know about love.

Reader, you may ask this question; in fact, you must ask this question: Is it ridiculous for a very small, sickly, big-eared mouse to fall in love with a beautiful princess named Pea? The answer is . . . yes. Of course, it's ridiculous. Love is ridiculous. But love is also wonderful. And powerful.

And he discovered, finally, the source of the honey-sweet sound. The sound was music. The sound was King Phillip playing his guitar and singing for his daughter, the Princess Pea, every night before she fell asleep. Hidden in a hole in the wall of the princess's bedroom, the mouse listened with all his heart. The sound of the King's music made Despereaux's soul grow large and light inside of him. Oh, he said, it sounds like heaven. It smells like honey.

I love your round head, the brilliant green, the watching blue, these letters, this world, you. I am very, very hungry.

I have already been loved," said Edward. "I have been loved by a girl named Abilene. I have been loved by a fisherman and his wife and a hobo and his dog. I have been loved by a boy who played the harmonica and by a girl who died. Don't talk to me about love," he said. "I have known love.

There is somebody who loves me, said Despereaux. And I love her and that is the only thing that matters to me.

Farewell" is not the word that you would like to hear from your mother as you are being led to the dungeon by 2 oversize mice in black hoods. Words that you would like to hear are "Take me instead, I will go to the dungeon in my sons place." There is a great deal of comfort in those words.

Nothing is more terrifying to evil than joy.

There ain't no way you can hold on to something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

Yes, ma'am. He figured the world was a sorry affair and that it had enough ugly things in it and what he was going to do was concentrate on putting something sweet in it.

I am done with being loved, Edward told her. I'm done with loving. It's too painful. Pish. said the old doll. Where is your courage? Somewhere else. I guess, said Edward. You disappoint me, she said. You disappoint me greatly. If you have no intention of loving or being loved, then the whole journey is pointless. You might as well leap from this shelf right now and let yourself shatter into a million pieces. Get it over with. Get it all over with now.

I don't know, Louisiana. I can't see into the future. I do think that, more often than not, love has a way of finding us.

What does it mean to be brave? This was a question Brother Edik asked himself as he walked through the dark woods with Jack Dory and Cannoc and Answelica. To be brave is to not turn away. To be brave is to go forward. To be brave is to love.

How much could a heart hold? ... The goat was in his heart, too. Seemingly, the heart could hold an untold amount of things--letters and people and goats and bees. Seemingly, there was no limit to what it could contain.