Quotes on “love”

When you love someone you let them take care of you.

He smiles at me, and I am suddenly seventeen again - the year I realize that love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable

I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.

This is love, I think. A place where people who have been alone may lock together like hawks and spin in the air, dizzy with surprise at the connection. A place you go willingly, and with wonder

Love meant jumping off a cliff and trusting that a certain person would be there to catch you at the bottom.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?

All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

Sometimes I think my whole life has been about holding on to you.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove, you always know who to turn to. That being a family isn't a social construct but an instinct.

Love [is] supposed to move mountains, to make the world go round, to be all you need, but it [falls] apart at the deatils. It [can't] save a single person.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

You know someone's right for you when the things they don't have to say are even more important than the things they do.

She did not believe he could have really gone, because for her, to leave the person you loved was impossible.

It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.

A heart filled with anger has no room for love.