Quotes About Love

I flipped him off. "Watch it or I won't marry you," he said. "Truck or no truck." I laughed and jogged over to Rafe. "Did he just say…?" Rafe began. "Yes. And don't ask.

all that mattered was that she was with you and she was happy and you were off on some grand adventure together.

She'd been friendly with the children of their village, but it had always been her sister whom they loved. Or so she thought. Now, they embraced her and they clung to her and they climbed on Tova. And she realized that, perhaps, she had never been overshadowed by Moria quite as much as she'd felt overshadowed. The sisters were different. But that only meant they had their own strengths.

You've got some kind of hold over her, and I don't like it." Rafe leaned over and whispered. "It's a love spell I picked up from a witch over in Nanaimo. But don't tell Maya.

Keep it." "But it's important to you." "Proving I mean it when I say I'll be back." My cheeks heated and I pressed it into his hand. "Please. I don't want to lose it." He took it. Before I could pull my hand back, he caught my wrist and tied the bracelet around it. "Problem solved." I tried to glance down at it, but his fingers slid under my chin, eyes closing as his mouth moved toward mine.

You've got some kind of hold over her, and I don't like it." Rafe leaned over and whispered. "It's a love spell I picked up from a witch over in Nanaimo. But don't tell Maya." "You think you're funny." "No, I think you have your own issue with me and I think I know what it is. But it has nothing to do with me personally, so I'm going to try not to take it personally.

I put my arms around his neck and hugged him, face buried in his neck, and he hugged me back, making no move to kiss me again, just holding me. Then he put his lips against my ear and whispered, "I'll find a way to get back to you, Maya. I promise.

He waltzed into Salmon Creek and stole Maya." " Stole ?" I said. "It's not your fault. You two are both skin-walkers. It's animal magnetism. You can't help yourself." She glared at Corey, who was cracking up behind Rafe. "Stop that. You know it's true.

Moria would set them straight - at the point of her dagger if needed. Ashyn did not care. She had escaped on her own, and everyone who mattered knew that, and that was what would be important in her life - that those she loved truly valued the role she played. And she would continue playing it, working with them, whatever they needed of her. She was a hero ... to those who mattered.

Sunt ca un catelus pe care i l-a lasat cineva pe care l-a iubit foarte mult si se cazneste sa faca tot ce trebuie, chiar daca el unul nu se da in vant dupa catei.

His lips pressed against mine, then parted. And he kissed me. Really kissed me—arms tightening around me, mouth moving against mine, firm, like he'd made up his mind that this was what he wanted and he wasn't backing down again.

I held you, or I never held you, or I held you briefly, once, long ago, and you kissed me while my heart kept time. — Kelly Cherry, from "First Marriage," When She Named Fire: An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry by American Women (Autumn House Press, 2008)

The greatest gift love ever gave was a choice.

If you aren't adorable, it's only because you won't let yourself be adored.

A man proposes to demonstrate to his woman how much he values her.

How could I love you? How could I love a ghost? How could I love something that I have to keep hidden in my pocket?

There are stories about winter ghosts found tangles like lice in their lovers' hair.

Marriage has affected the laws of gravity. We will now revolve around each other. You will exert gravity on me, and I will exert gravity on you. We are one another's moons. You are holding onto my feet with both hands, as if otherwise you might fall right off the bed. I think I might float up and hit the ceiling, splat, if you let go. Please don't let go.

The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed and given to evil habits, or else it can be a man in his late forties who works too much, or it can be an alarm clock.

Babies weren't babies—they were land mines; bear traps; wasp nests. They were a noise, which was sometimes even not a noise, but merely a listening for a noise; they were a damp, chalky smell; they were the heaving, jerky, sticky manifestation of not-sleep.

The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough to prevent this. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it? Here endeth the lesson.

I didn't fall in love with Jake because he was smart. I'm pretty smart myself. I know that smart doesn't mean nice, or even mean that you have a lot of common sense. Look at all the trouble smart people get themselves into.

She'll take what she can get and be happy about it, because love isn't about convenience and frozen yogurt and real life. That isn't what love is about.

Un componente esencial en cualquier relación es la capacidad de sorprender a quien amas.