In Love Quotes

Love is often confused with attraction. Love is an action, it’s a choice. We can choose to love someone. Attraction, however, is a feeling, it’s an emotion, it’s temporary.

Next to the first Henry and Meg, Henry had written, “Promise?” Well, that genie’s out of the bottle and there’s no stuffing her back in.

I smiled at him. Not even Wyatt would have known how to be this honorable when talking about a girl that had hurt him.

Hmmm. What you’re saying is that you’ve never been kissed?” He picked at a string on the blanket under us.

He leaned toward me and said his name like he was sharing a secret and it made me think he probably kept a lot of secrets. His smile was sweet and his teeth the tiniest bit crooked.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possession of her right mind must be in want of a decent man.

You can never please everybody, don't even try.

And I know I need to invite him over for dinner, because there's no question. This is serious.

I could kiss that girl. And ya know what? I will kiss that girl. As soon as I get back to school, I'm gonna grab her, and I'm gonna kiss her.

When a boy's first romantic interlude is with Pheobe the Dog-Faced Girl, he feels a need to get out into the world and find a new life.

Really, weren't these facts just placeholders until the long view could really assert itself?

Perfecting is a journey...There is no destination called perfection.

The memoirs of call girls are much in demand these days - a millennial craze.

I am not here to make you feel better, I am just here to make you feel worse

I have tried to fight the impulse, the attraction, but my defenses crumble every time I see him. Since my divorce from Hank I'm practically love-starved.

We meet like sovereign princes of independent states, abroad, on neutral ground, freed from our contexts

I sensed he was the one who might be able to see me clearly, the way I most wished to be seen.

Love is bigger than everything.

When Tito was born, I was writing my fifth novel. That was how I saw my future: living in Venice and jumping from novel to novel. Tito's birth changed all that.

FROM a six-year-old: Told by a well-meaning friend, ‘Alex, do you know what the one thing is that the more you give, the more you get back? It’s love, Alex.’To which Alex asked, ‘What about pain?

Some people like me, some don't. I don't understand, Where the difference comes from. My heart like them all. For a simple childish reason. We all are created equal, we all are humans.

I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask.I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.

Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen.

You said we can't happen, but darling, we started happening the very first day we met.

No baby, you didn't hurt me. You wrecked me. Know the difference.

We left dents on each other. Mine was in her heart, and hers was on my car.

I'll gladly settle for amnesia if I had to live in a world where I couldn't remember how much you mean to me.

I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.

The first time I saw your face, my lips said, "hello" and my heart said, "that's your wife.

I read somewhere that dedications are like coded love letters, but I always seem to lay us out bare.Sorry for the poems.

LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.

Reading a stranger's words and finding yourself in them.

Through windows, in wishing wells, whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

In that wounded place, buried betweenmy ribs and letting go, I miss you.

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

Bridge burned from end to end, and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

Broken.As I search for hope, In the same eyesI lost it.

I build boxesand place them at your feet, to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

I bleed to un-break you, un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

Careful.The fall is quick, steep, and permanent.

Love knows not from where you came, what religion you are, or even your name. Discover it and you will be whole, for when you do you have found your soul.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

hough we travel the whole over to find the perfect match, we must carry it with us a light or it's playing hard to catch.