200+ Most Beautiful Love Quotes to Melt Any Heart

Love is not the absence of logicbut logic examined and recalculatedheated and curved to fitinside the contours of the heart

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.

I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.

The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s a r e h e r eI kiss my way across the words.Kissing away the devils.Kissing away the pain.

"I love you," I whisper. "I love you exactly as you are."

I feel like I’ve been split open and stuffed with sunshine.

That this girl would know exactly how to shatter me.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

What a man wants is a mate and what a woman wants is infinite security,’ and, ‘What a man is is an arrow into the future and a what a woman is is the place the arrow shoots off from.

Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.

...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.

You love me. Real or not real? I tell him, Real.

He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.

Sometimes when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

You'll never be able to let him go. You'll always feel wrong about being with me.

Because...because...she came here with me.