Quotes on “love”

This is the true measure of love: when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

I have so much in me, and the feeling for her absorbs it all; I have so much, and without her it all comes to nothing.

The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers & cities; but to know someone who thinks & feels with us, & who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.

It's true that nothing in this world makes us so necessary to others as the affection we have for them.

If I love you, what business is it of yours?

Maybe you expected marriage to be perfect - I guess that's where you and I are different. See, I thought it would be all about making mistakes, but doing it with someone who's there to remind you what you learned along the way.

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. [...] The thing is, they're both you.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that's not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?

When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

My mother... she is beautiful, softened at the edges and tempered with a spine of steel. I want to grow old and be like her.

The bottom line is that we never fall for the person we're supposed to.

and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.