Quotes About Love
“You're gorgeous, you old
hag, and if I could give you just one gift ever for the rest of your life it
would be this. Confidence. It would be the gift of confidence. Either that or a
scented candle”
“After all this time?"
"Always...”
“When you know my love, my
love will warm you.”
― Ruby Dee
“I'm selfish, impatient and
a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to
handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't
deserve me at my best.”
“We accept the love we
think we deserve.”
“Love looks not with the
eyes, but with the mind.”
“You love me. Real or not
real?"
I tell him, "Real.”
“Love is like the wind, you
can't see it but you can feel it.”
“You don't love someone
because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.”
“Where there is love there
is life.”
“I have decided to stick to
love...Hate is too great a burden to bear.”
“When someone loves you,
the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in
their mouth.”
“In vain have I struggled.
It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell
you how ardently I admire and love you.”
“Gravitation is not
responsible for people falling in love.”
“Do you think I'm pretty?”
“I think you're beautiful.”
“Beautiful?”
“You are so beautiful, it
hurts sometimes.”
“I love you also means I
love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and
also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love
you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have
loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”
“To me, Fearless is not the
absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having
fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in
spite of those things that scare you to death.”
“I fell in love the way you
fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.”
“Have you ever been in
love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it
opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you
up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so
that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other
stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you.
They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile
at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets
inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a
phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter
working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not
just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart
pain. I hate love.”
“Look after my heart - I've
left it with you.”
“I'm saying that I'm a
moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want
you to promise me that you're okay with that, because it's who I am, and you're
what I need.”
“Welcome to the wonderful
world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting
headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority
complex. Yippee.”
“Love is a temporary
madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you
have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so
entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because
this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is
not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to
mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining
that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you
some truths. That is just being "in love", which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this
is both an art and a fortunate accident.”
“One day you will kiss a
man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.”
“Who, being loved, is
poor?”
“Lost love is still love.
It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them
food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those
senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You
nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.”
“You could have fooled me.
Every time I called you, Luke said you were sick. I figured you were avoiding
me. Again."
"I wasn't. I did want
to talk to you. I've been thinking about you all the time."
"I've been thinking
about you, too."
"I really was sick. I
swear. I almost died back there on the ship, you know."
"I know. Every time
you almost die, I almost die myself.”
“The heart has its reasons
which reason knows not.”
“My wish is that you may be
loved to the point of madness.”
“If there is no love in the
world, we will make a new world, and we will give it walls, and we will furnish
it with soft, red interiors, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that
resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler’s felt so that we should never hear
it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that
does.”
“Wherever you will go,
I will let you down,
But this lullaby goes on.”
“I'm in love with
you," he said quietly.
"Augustus," I
said.
"I am," he said.
He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling.
"I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the
simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that
love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that
we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been
returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever
have, and I am in love with you.”
“Peeta, how come I never
know when you're having a nightmare?” I say.
“I don't know. I don't
think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with
terror,” he says.
“You should wake me,” I
say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad
night. About how long it can take to calm me down.
“It's not necessary. My
nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize
you're here.”
“To love life, to love it
even
when you have no stomach
for it
and everything you've held
dear
crumbles like burnt paper
in your hands,
your throat filled with the
silt of it.
When grief sits with you,
its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy
as water
more fit for gills than
lungs;
when grief weights you like
your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity
of grief,
you think, How can a body
withstand this?
Then you hold life like a
face
between your palms, a plain
face,
no charming smile, no
violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will
take you
I will love you, again.”
“I, um, I have this
problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it,
so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.”
“For the two of us, home
isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”
“Be with me always - take
any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot
find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I can not
live without my soul!”
“The fate of your heart is
your choice and no one else gets a vote”
“Let me die the moment my
love dies.
Let me not outlive my own
capacity to love.
Let me die still loving,
and so, never die.”
“Well, it seems to me that
the best relationships - the ones that last - are frequently the ones that are
rooted in friendship. You know, one day you look at the person and you see
something more than you did the night before. Like a switch has been flicked
somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is... suddenly the only person
you can ever imagine yourself with.”
“and he suddenly knew that
if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the
same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very
long without a heart.”
“You are like nobody since
I love you.”
“If someone were to harm my
family or a friend or somebody I love, I would eat them. I might end up in jail
for 500 years, but I would eat them.”
“I will love you always.
When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of
youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch
your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever
smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear
you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face, I will treasure you all
the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you,
Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.”
“Why are old lovers able to
become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love
each other still.”
“You are my life now.”
“For it was not into my ear
you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”
“He made a sound like a
choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was
aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely
and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and
only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was
saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.”
“Afterward, I had the last
laugh. I made an air bubble at the bottom of the lake. Our friends kept waiting
for us to come up, but hey-when you are the son of Poseidon, you don't have to
hurry. And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.”
“I think I fell in love
with her, a little bit. Isn't that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she
was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no
matter how bad, and they'll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to
go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the
moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to
tell me something; I don't know. She probably didn't even know I was there. But
I'll always love her. All my life.”
“Nothing takes the taste
out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.”
“If you remember me, then I
don't care if everyone else forgets.”
“I'm gonna fight for you,
until your heart stops beating.”
“I think we ought to live
happily ever after.”
“The voice of Love seemed
to call to me, but it was a wrong number.”
“Then I realize what it is.
It's him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to
liquid. Or burst into flames.”
“To love is to suffer. To
avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving.
Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to
suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering
makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love or love to suffer or
suffer from too much happiness.”
“Time was passing like a
hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to
think about anything as much as I think about you.”
“Even when I'm dead, I'll
swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil,
just to be next to your bones.”
“Oh no. Don't smile. You'll
kill me. I stop breathing when you smile.”
“If I love you, what
business is it of yours?”
“Love is the jelly to
sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m
not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.”
“The course of true love
never did run smooth.”
“I'm saying I'm in love
with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!”
“I love you and it's
getting worse.”
One day you’ll
ask me which is more important to me, you or my life. I’ll say, “Of course, my
life.” And you’ll go walk away in tears without even knowing that you are my
life.
Falling in love is like jumping off a really tall
building. Your brain tells you it is not a good idea, but your heart tells you,
you can fly.
“There is nothing more
truly artistic than to love people.”
“Promise to give me a kiss
on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it."
She dropped her head again
on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had
departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when
Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared
the somber profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness
seemed already to proceed from another world:--
"And by the way,
Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.”
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