Explore Quotes on Love

I'm not asking for forever, Tamani said. Yet. I'm just asking for a moment.

I suspect that many of us, if given the chance to make one person in our lives love us more, would have no trouble in choosing where to point a finger. We are all needy, all vulnerable, all terrified that perhaps that person has an excellent reason to withhold affection. We shape our purposes to make ourselves worthy and often do not see until much later how it was love-or perhaps the lack of it-that both picked us up and dropped us off at crossroads.

She loved him, though not at this particular moment.

For was that all, she thought bleakly, that love ever was? Something that saved one from loneliness? A sort of insurance policy against not counting?

I think I can live without you, but it won't be any kind of life.

It was strange the way he loved her; a side long and almost casual love, as if loving her were simply a matter of course, too natural to mention.

To the world's most perfect woman. It was lucky my father was not present. Perfect is an absolute that cannot be modified, like unique or pregnant. My love for Rosie was so powerful that it had caused my brain to make a grammatical error.

She was coming. I watched the slight figure grow out of the dusk between the trees, and the darkness in which I had walked of late fell away. The wood that had been so gloomy was a place of sunlight and song; had red roses sprung up around me I had felt no wonder. She came softly and slowly with bent head and hanging arms, not knowing that I was near. I went not to meet her - it was my fancy to have her come to me still - but when she raised her eyes and saw me I fell upon my knees.

Romance isn't about proving to someone you love them with flowers and greeting cards and chocolate. Or even a lock on a fence. It's a daily reminder. It's saying, I choose you. Today and every day.

I'm Tetris, Silas. All my pieces and parts are going to fit into all of your pieces and parts.

Finally he closed the distance between us and kissed me - a sweet, gentle kiss that held within it every single one of the thousand days I'd loved him as my everything, long after I'd begun to love him as a friend.

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

He didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity.

There is a very fine line between loving life and being greedy for it.

Anyone can say the love someone....It's loving someone enough to let them go that will prove that love.

Loving a person is loving everything but the person. Being in love with that person is loving everything and that person.

Forever is not a word...rather a place where two lovers go when true love takes them there.

Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: 'I'm with you kid. Let's go.'

If you find it in your heart to care for somebody else, you will have succeeded.

Joy is the experience of knowing that you are unconditionally loved and that nothing-sicknes s, failure, emotional distress, oppression, war, or even death--can take that love away.