Explore Quotes on Love

I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again.

He didn't take her breath away. Maybe the opposite. But that was okay-that was really good, actually, to be near someone who filled your lungs with air.

Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.

But we'll stumble on, she and I, into our messy future. And we'll have each other.

He couldn't undo the past, nor could he know how he had already altered the future. But that didn't matter. What he really cared about was captured in the warmth of their interlaced fingers. What mattered was the life the two of them made together now.

I'd walked too close to heaven and gotten a glimpse. The hell I'd lived before her no longer appealed to me.

And sometimes it happened, for a time. That kind of love comes and goes and is hard to remember afterwards, like pain. You would look at the man one day and you would think, I loved you, and the tense would be past, and you would be filled with a sense of wonder, because it was such an amazing and precarious and dumb thing to have done; and you would know too why your friends have been evasive about it, at the time.

Juliet singles out Romeo. Desdemona claims Othello. They have no doubts, the young, no fear, no pride.

Love isn't always pretty. Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it'll eventually be something different. Something better. Then, before you know it, you're back to square one, and you lost your heart somewhere along the way.

There is a string that connects us that is not visible to the eye. Maybe every person has more than one soul they are connected to, and all over the world there are those invisible strings... Maybe the chances that you'll find each and every one of your soul mates is slim. But sometimes you're lucky enough to stumble across one. And you feel a tug. And it's not so much a choice to love them though their flaws and through your differences, but rather you love them without even trying. You love their flaws.

To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one.

Being with him was like being alone underwater - everything was slow; nothing counted; I could not be harmed; I would feel dry and cold when I resurfaced.

If I were a carpenter, I would build you a window to my soul. But I would leave that window shut and locked, so that every time you tried to look through it all you would see is your own reflection. You would see that my soul is a reflection of you.

His writer's words poured over her like poetry, and she couldn't find a single wisecrack to put up between them.

I think that after the first time you give your heart away, you never get it back. The rest of your life is just you pretending that you still have a heart.

It is okay for people you love to leave. For them to come and go. She taught it to me over and over.

Even if your heart is broken and attacking you, you're still not better off without it.

If we only fell in love with people who were perfect for us...then there wouldn't be so much fuss about love in the first place.

Love shouldn't make our choices for us; it should just add importance to our choices.

Love surrounds you like steam in the shower. You can't see the individual drops, but you get warm. And wet. And clean.

I barely knew I had skin before I met you.