Quotes on “love”

Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.

I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

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

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

A DEFINITION NOT FOUNDIN THE DICTIONARYNot leaving: an act of trust and love,often deciphered by children

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.

When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.

After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her.

I knew they would kill me when they found out, but… He struggled for words, releasing a sharp breath. I think I realized that I would rather die because I betrayed them, than live because I betrayed you.

A heart, once stolen, can never be taken back.

Maybe there isn’t such a thing as fate. Maybe it’s just the opportunities we’re given, and what we do with them. I’m beginning to think that maybe great, epic romances don’t just happen. We have to make them ourselves.

But you're the only one, Scarlet. You'll always be the only one.

We met less than a week ago and in that time I've done nothing but lie and cheat and betray you. I know. But if you give me a chance...all I want is to protect you. To be near you. For as long as I'm able.

Do you believe a man can truly love a woman and constantly betray her?Never mind physically but betray her in his mind,in the very "poetry of his soul".Well,it's not easy but men do it all the time.

Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.

I believe that love--not imitation--is the sincerest form of flattery. Your imitator thinks that you can be duplicated; your lover knows you can't.

I could never pretend something I didn't feel. I could never make love if I didn't love, and if I loved I could no more hide the fact than change the color of my eyes.