If you love someone enough, you can still hear the laughter when they're gone.
If I lose my love, I lose my all.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection was never wasted.
"I guess, in the end, this isn't really what I wanted either. I love you, George. Maybe
I love you because I know that I can't have you. But maybe I just love you." She smiled at me
and I read forgiveness into her look even though it might not have been there. Tommorow night is
nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.
My own one, I have never loved anyone in the world but you.
But although she may prevent us from becoming man and wife, and I may marry someone else, nothing that she can possibly do can alter my eternal devotion to you.
Of course a man who is much talked about is always very attractive. One feels there must
be something in him after all. I daresay it was foolish of me, but I fell in love with you.
"Just what are you looking for, anyway?"
Megan sighed. "It sounds stupid. You remember that scene in E.T.? That one where the
alien touched the boy's finger with his finger?"
"Yeah."
"That's what I want. I want a man who can make me glow."
I will love you like you have never been loved before because I love you now more than
you can ever be loved.
You're everything to me, and I want you to feel special because that's what I feel, truly
feel. I have given up all those hang-ups, knocked down all those walls, I'm letting it happen.
You've been chasing me your entire life, only to fail now. I think that's the worst
thing I've ever heard.
Love is a piano dropped from a fourth story window, and you were in the wrong place at
the wrong time.
When you stop putting yourself on the line, and you don't touch your own heart, how do
you expect to touch other people?
You need me. You must have me as your own. You can't live another day knowing others
could possess me.
It's like, you think you're safe or something. 'Cause you don't like. . . need her. You
don't need anyone. But the thing you didn't realize is, you're wrong.
I have you. A lover and a friend. You are everything I need. You are the sun, the air I
breathe. Without you, life wouldn't be the same. Please never go away. And if you do, then
don't forget to take me with you.
The bruise on the heart which, at first, feels incredibly tender to the slightest touch,
eventually turns all the shades of the rainbow and stops aching. We forget about it. We even
forget we have hearts until the next time. And then we wonder how we ever could have forgotten.
We think this one is better because, in fact, we cannot fully remember the time before.
Then you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free, but now I'm saving all my
loving for someone who's loving me.
What have I done to lose the one person I have done nothing to but love?
To bring somebody into your life, take a step into theirs.
It may be more romantic to be the first love, but it's better to be the last.
No matter how much he loves you, sometimes he'd just rather have an inch of rain than
anything else in the world.
Just because you learned a lot from your last lover's leap, doesn't mean you aren't jumping
off a different cliff this time.
Don't waste your time loving somebody you can't laugh with.
Love me when I least deserve it because that's when I really need it.
Love is like a rose. It's all good-smelling, but if you hold it to tight, it can stab you,
make you bleed, and scar you for life.
You cannot let go of someone you never really had, and if you had them you wouldn't have
to let go.
One must learn to be a sponge if one wants to be loved by hearts that over flow.
I'd rather be your lover than your best friend, but I'd rather be your friend than your
nothing.
There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy
about who we love. Other times, we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever
meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is
something about you I cherish."
I have never met a person whose greatest need was anything other than real, unconditional
love. You can find it in a simple act of kindness toward someone who needs help. There is no
mistaking love. You feel it in your heart. It is the common fiber of life, the flame that heals
our soul, energizes our spirit and supplies passion to our lives. It is our connection to God
and to each other.
You know what's the most terrifying thing about admitting that you're in love? You're
just naked. You put yourself in harm's way and you lay down all your defences. No clothes, no
weapons. Nowhere to hide, completely vulnerable. The only thing that makes it tolerable is to
believe the other person loves you back and you can trust him not to hurt you.
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the
heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody's
fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind.
Let no one who loves be unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
Finally, I have found a place into which I fit perfectly, safely and securely with no doubts,
no fears, no sadness, no tears. . . this place is filled with happiness and laughter, yet is
spacious enough to allow me the freedom to move around, to live my life, and be myself. . . this
wonderful place, which I never believed really existed, I have found, finally. . . inside your
arms, inside your heart, inside your love. . .
Love is more like a flower than a tree; the wrong things can hurt it so easily. But the
right things can make it more beautiful than anything else your life has ever known.
Really loving someone, doesn't mean you can live with them, it means that you'd die
without them.
Sometimes love can touch where words can't reach.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. . . When we are parted, we
each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes
of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
It wasn't my ear you whispered into, but my heart; it wasn't my lips you kissed, but my soul.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or stimulate it where
it does not.
One cannot chose who to love, but only whose love to accept.
People are meant to be loved and things are meant to be used. Therefore, the reason why
there is so much chaos in this world is because too many things are loved and too many people are
used.
I want someone to just. . . walk into my life.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
It doesn't matter if the guy is perfect, or the girl is perfect, as long as they're perfect
for each other.
I had no trouble believing high school was finally over and less trouble letting go. The
good thing about Galileo, in the end, was that the total absence of peer groups allowed Gwen and
I complete freedom to develop into the kind of people we wanted to be. We never worried if we
were popular, if we were wearing the right clothes, or if the quarterback liked us. We had no
idea who the quarterback was. Or the homecoming queen. Or who comprised the 'most likely to'
crowd, although Toby and Jean had undoubtedly engineered spots in the 'succeed' and 'come back
and shit all over the rest of you at the ten year shindig' categories. We were inherently cool
because we were ourselves, not because we lived up to some empty high school fantasy of what cool
should be. We were our own special clique, us two, and the only opinions which counted were our
own. I didn't like high school, but if I had transferred to Washington, I would not have met Gwen.
If somebody asked me if I'd do it all over again, I'd say 'yeah, and I'd walk through hot coals
to make sure I met her.'
