Love Quotes

The sounds she heard bouncing off the walls around her were those of defeat.

~ Kimberly Derting

Love is the end of sympathy.

~ M.f. Moonzajer

Time by time the human being needs a love more than religion, at that time the world more peacefully

~ Giharu Si Perempuan Gunung

Love is the purest form of a soul at peace.

~ Matthew Donnelly

Stay strong. Don't worry about things you cannot change and don't worry about things changing that you cannot stop.

~ Peace Gypsy

Because the part of me that remembers what it was like all those lifetimes ago still cares for you .. loves you.

~ Stacey Jay

Remember! When you promise someone the moon, it's not yours in the first place.

~ Anthony T.hincks

I don't ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

I may remember you, Scarlet,” he bellowed, backing up when she grabbed her fork and held it out like a dagger. She’d murdered men with less. Even immortals. “But you haven’t haunted me.” Motions stiff, he raised his shirt. Amid the cuts, above his heart, was a tattoo of eyes. Dark eyes. Like hers. “Don’t you see? You…haven’t…haunted…me.

~ Gena Showalter

Love you,” Xavier said just before he drifted back to sleep.“Love you more,” I said playfully.“Not a chance,” Xavier said, fully awake now. “I’m bigger, I can contain more love.”“I’m smaller, therefore my love particles are more compressed, which means I can fit more in.”Xavier laughed. “That argument makes no sense. Overruled.”“I’m just basing it on how much I miss you when you’re not around,” I countered.“How can you possibly know how much I miss you?” he said. “Have you got some sort of built-in miss-o-meter that can give us a reading?”“I’m a girl; of course I have a built-in miss-o-meter.

~ Alexandra Adornetto

Scared, Angel?

~ Becca Fitzpatrick

Trying to make sense of love is like trying to dissect a rainbow.

~ Suzanne Selfors

Falling in love is not a rational process. It can't be planned or avoided. It happens--for good or bad it simply happens. I knew he'd eventually leave. I knew we couldn't be together, but I fell anyway.

~ Suzanne Selfors

hanging out the window, Amber blew her a kiss. a lump the size of a fist clogged Heather's throat, while a breeze from th sea pushed her thick hair away from her face. tears trickled unchecked down her cheeks.

~ Lurlene Mcdaniel

Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.

~ Teresa Medeiros

We fall, we fall together

~ Nalini Singh

Anyone can have a friend, but the one that would walk in a storm to find you is all you will ever need.

~ Shannon L. Alder

I opened the window to let some fresh air into the room and was surprised to see that the rain was not just falling, but that it formed an actual wall of water, as if the whole sky were falling. While I was staring at the strange phenomenon, the form of an angel began to appear before me… It was Matariel, the Angel of Rain, whom I had not seen since my descent and who on this occasion appeared in a shiny, blue-grey form. She was only an arm’s length away and stared straight at me. She looked like a young woman floating on enormous wings -not a single drop of rain touched her. The smell of the cool rain swept the room as Matariel began talking to me. She never once moved her lips, but her every word was clearly audible in my head.

~ A.o. Esther

I was now blinded by a flood of light, but when I realised how many countless numbers of angels were imprisoned in Bardo’s dismal prison, it took my breath away. “Gabriel!” I shouted to my leader with all my might, but he gave no sign of hearing me. “Gabriel!” I said, trying again, and it seemed that the handsome face reacted just a little. At that moment, a band of goblins reached the hall with a terrible ruckus. I had to flee. I grabbed the chains binding Gabriel and cried one last time . “Gabriel!” …the angel’s emerald green eyes looked up. He gazed deep into my eyes, . “Please forgive me,” I whispered. My chest felt like it would burst with pain from the guilt burning inside me. “I swear I’ll atone for my sin and get you out of here!” . Gabriel gave no reply, but just looked at me sadly. I would have been less tortured if he had screamed at me or come at me, but he simply let me sink into my guilt.

~ A.o. Esther

After a while I noticed that the pendant heart-shaped I wore around my neck, as every angel does, had begun to pulsate with blue light. I knew that this was thanks to Raphael and that he was sending healing energy for Joshua. I took my necklace off and gently put it round his neck so as not to wake him. The blue light grew stronger and started to flicker – then, drawing circles on the sick boy’s skin, it vanished around the level of his heart chakras. As blue light pervaded his entire body from head to toe, I could feel his burning skin slowly cool and his breathing became even.

~ A.o. Esther

He tries to get close to her because he wants to know what her glow feels like. She’s alone on the dance floor and even though she’s dancing, there’s a kind of sadness lurking about her, like her heart is somewhere else. Roman doesn’t think he has ever seen a woman look this beautiful. It’s not just her halo either. Even in that one brief moment Roman feels it. He feels her become a part of his life. Her halo is glowing a little less bright now, and Roman doesn’t know why. But he wants to find out.

~ Sam Hunter

You are my angel and my damnation, in your presence I reach divine ecstasy and in your absence I descent to hell.

~ Isabel Allende

It can't be anyone but youI always wondered whyA million thank you's piled upAnd before I knew it, it was loveI was in love with you

~ Kozue Chiba

We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated as I was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination and love kept us fighting for them.

~ Sylvia Day

Half the time he seems autistic, the rest of the time he's like a lizard jacked full of lithium and speed. These things do not promote love in most of us.

~ Warren Ellis

There are so many different ways for someone to say your name. I’m not sure I ever realized that before I met Jesse. Prior to him, it was just Rose calling out to me with love and affection or Gideon relaying his quiet approval or disapproval. Crisp, clear notes. When Jesse says my name, it’s a chord, a mash-up of several intense emotions all reflected in two syllables.

~ Paula Stokes

I like your voice the most in this world.

~ Natsuki Kizu

The voice, for its part, has the peculiarity that when released it carries the weight of the body from which it has come; since that weight is erotic reality, lovers believe they can embrace words of love, they believe they can make them into a continuum of love that will last forever.

~ César Aira

Love cares about you. Leadership carries you.

~ Alin Sav

Love makes things possible, not easy.

~ Sam Gayton

Bit by bit, I found myself relaxing into the conversation. Kitty had a natural talent for drawing people out of themselves, and it was easy to fall in with her, to feel comfortable in her presence. As Uncle Victor had once told me long ago, a conversation is like having a catch with someone. A good partner tosses the ball directly into your glove, making it almost impossible for you to miss it; when he is on the receiving end, he catches everything sent his way, even the most errant and incompetent throws. That’s what Kitty did. She kept lobbing the ball straight into the pocket of my glove, and when I threw the ball back to her, she hauled in everything that was even remotely in her area: jumping up to spear balls that soared above her head, diving nimbly to her left or right, charging in to make tumbling, shoestring catches. More than that, her skill was such that she always made me feel that I had made those bad throws on purpose, as if my only object had been to make the game more amusing. She made me seem better than I was, and that strengthened my confidence, which in turn helped to make my throws less difficult for her to handle. In other words, I started talking to her rather than to myself, and the pleasure of it was greater than anything I had experienced in a long time.

~ Paul Auster

I love talking the way Trappists love silence.

~ Marty Rubin

Talking to Rhett was comparable only to one thing, the feeling of ease and comfort afforded by a pair of old slippers after dancing in a pair too tight.

~ Margaret Mitchell

Brock sighed. “Alright then, Spunky. I was thinking about life, I guess.” Spunky grunted. “In other words, you were thinking about a woman.” “I didn't say that—” “No.” Spunky grinned knowingly. “But your face did.

~ Willowy Whisper

Moreover it is easier, in the informality of conversation, to achieve that excitement and incoherence which is the true eloquence of love.

~ Pierre-Ambroise Choderlos De Laclos

It was the talk that mattered supremely: the impassioned exchange of talk. Love was only a minor accompaniment.

~ D.h. Lawrence

There was no necessity for either to have the last word. For the first word became the only word of their romantic conversation.

~ David Paul Kirkpatrick

She said one thing and I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.

~ Hank Moody

You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love.

~ Ford Madox Ford

The conversation was mesmerizing, not for its content but for the cadences of the talk, the rhythm we fell into when we were alone, now as before. Every conversation between friends or lovers creates its own easy or awkward rhythms, hidden talk that runs like a subterranean river under even the most banal exchange.

~ Robert Charles Wilson