What Is Love Quotes

Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.

He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.

To dream on occasion is not dreaming, To love on occasion is not love.

How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?

They said a lot of things to each other that night, but nothing that involved words.

Empty teacups gathered around her and dictionary pages fell at her feet.

When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a shock to the system to be desired after feeling so completely abandoned.

If you love yourself the most at your happiest moments, there is no reason not to be fond of who you are in the dark.

It's hard to criticize someone if you are praying for them.

It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown...it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe... and mine again as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown?

Love, like everything else, exists in a spectrum. Love of another, love of the world, love of God, all these loves are really one love in different degrees of light and density.

Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.

One day you will learn that love does not always betray you.

The Best Music you can ever hear in your Life is Silence -- silence of yourself, silence of your loved ones

In the land of light there is only one currency. The currency of love.

Maggie squeezes my hand. It’s a silent message that everything will be okay. Somehow I believe her. In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first.

I can trust in my parents' love. And it strikes me that is a big thing to trust, a big thing to have had, no matter what else happens.

To find love is the great human undertaking...and it's always complicated by our compulsions and unconscious patterns, to say nothing of issues of trust and control.

No amount of saying ‘I love you’ and ‘I trust you’ makes it true when it isn’t.

You can not be the judge of another's wishes. If you love someone, you must believe that they know what is best for themselves.

The only way that we can protect each other is if we are together. If we face things together. If we trust each other.

We should trust people to be exactly what they have proven themselves to be, no more and no less.

You flirt with everything." She could tell that her eyes were popping-- her eyeballs actually felt cold around the edges. "You flirt with old people and babies and everybody in between.

Tell me what we had was real, I whisper.

I will be the one to leave you.

I don't want to have to give up me, in order to be his.

I wonder how one can hate to love and love to hate the same person over a period of time in a relationship

It's always harder to be the one who's left behind than the one who leaves.

It was hard to trust someone enough to let them all the way in when I didn't think they deserved to be there. -Cora

There are lots of reasons why a woman stays with a man, even when she's given up on changing him and can predict with certainty the shape that the rest of her life with him is going to take.

One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish.

If I lose it now, I will lose you, too. I know that. I hate it.

Every relationship is different. Everyone loves differently.

I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.

The point is that although love may die, what is said on its behalf cannot be consumed by the passage of time, and forgiveness is everything.

You've got to enjoy whatever you can and forget about the rest.

He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held by her. If they can somehow nurse each other out of this. Not with a wall.

It was inevitable, of course, but somehow it didn't seem right to Alex that they would never remember the sound of Carly's laughter, or know how deeply she'd once loved them.

Love may precede respect but it cannot survive the loss of it.

I am part of what she thinks is her illness, a symptom of which she thinks she has been cured. She, on the other hand, is what I was looking for.

It's what happens. You love, then you lose, then you die. Even if you survive, you die.

You lose a wallet or keys or something and you notice in a second, but your life can go missing and you don't even know it.

You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.

But that's what love is, isn't it? When it hurts you more to see someone suffer than it does to take the pain away?

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

Verily, a man should not cling to those who have passed, for he will likely neglect service to the living.

If those we love visit us when we dream, those who torment us almost always visit us when we're still awake.

I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.

The guy who broke up with me... he was exactly like you, in the beginning. Charming, and nice. They're all like you in the beginning. But I always end up like this. And I can't do it anymore.