You're the love of my life. I don't care how corny that sounds. You're the start of it, and the end of it. And you're the best of it.
Interpretation
This quote expresses deep and unconditional love for someone special.
Nora Roberts' quote encapsulates the profound emotion of love, suggesting that the person being addressed is central to the speaker's existence. It emphasizes that this love is not only all-encompassing, encompassing both beginnings and endings, but also highlights the person as the pinnacle of joy and meaning in the speaker's life.
In practice
During a wedding ceremony, a partner could use this quote to express their love.
The most important thing is you can't write what you wouldn't read for pleasure. It's a mistake to analyze the market thinking you can write whatever is hot. You can't say you're going to write romance when you don't even like it. You need to write what you would read if you expect anybody else to read it.
Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and such an extraordinary part of the lives we live.
Why couldn't she have this, just enjoy this, without creating obstacles, digging up problems, worrying about mistakes, about tomorrow's? Why let the maybe's, the what if's, the probabilities spoil something so lovely?
She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths and had found a mutual route. Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.
Happily ever after?" "If justice doesn't triumph and love doesn't make the circle in entertainment fiction, what's the point? Real life sucks too often.
...She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love.
How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?
I'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.
And yet ... But what if ... I want to do something impossible. Something astounding and unheard of. I want to scrub the moss off the Space Shuttle and fly Julie to the moon and colonise it, or float a capsized cruise ship to some distant island where no one will protest us, or just harness the magic that brings me into the brains of the Living and use it to bring Julie into mine, because it's warm in here, it's quiet and lovely, and in here we aren't an absurd juxtaposition, we are perfect.
We never live so intensely as when we love strongly. We never realize ourselves so vividly as when we are in full glow of love for others.
Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
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