All Quotes By Tag: Love

“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”

“I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.”

“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.””Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?””Yes. I want to ruin you.””Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”

“Letting go doesn’t mean that you don’t care about someone anymore. It’s just realizing that the only person you really have control over is yourself.”

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them”

“He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.”

“You can’t measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.”

“And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.”

“How do you spell ‘love’?” – Piglet”You don’t spell it…you feel it.” – Pooh”

“Tonight I can write the saddest linesI loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”

“As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

“Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. …And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason, for anything.”

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”

“Happiness [is] only real when shared”