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Mundane humans create distinctions between themselves, distinctions that seem ridiculous to any Shadowhunter. Their distinctions are based on race, religion, national identity, any of a dozen minor and irrelevant markers. ~ Valentine
— Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
We hear a lot about identity theft when someone takes your wallet and pretends to be you and uses your credit cards. But the more serious identity theft is to get swallowed up in other people's definition of you.
— Stephen R. Covey, The 3rd Alternative: Solving Life's Most Difficult Problems
Petra turned to her. "Everybody lies about who they are. Name one person here who isn't doing that and I will drop out right now!"Shanti felt that snake of truth coil around her legs, threatening to squeeze. "I didn't mean...""No one ever does." Petra said, shoving the baton back at Shanti.
— Libba Bray, Beauty Queens
Unhappily, things get clearer as we go along. I perceive that I have no body. What's less, I've been speaking of myself without delight or alternative as self-consciousness pure and sour; I declare now that even that isn't true. I'm not aware of myself at all, as far as I know. I don't think. . . I know what I'm talking about.
— John Barth, Lost in the Funhouse
The resentment I felt inside was not hatred for being imprisoned or for Victor who had betrayed me but something deeper: a rebellion against the very way of things that condemned men to be imprisoned inside their own identities.
— MacDonald Harris
Whenever the sadness got too much, I would hire a rickshaw and go to the Upper Bazaar. Those little rickshaw trips to the market and back, shopping for lipsticks and imitation Gucci bags and wind-chimes and what not, are some of my happiest memories today. You know, one day, during one of those trips, I sold all my well-thumbed copies of ‘Inside Outside’ to the Tibetan guy who ran the old book store on Netaji Road for seventy rupees, six Tintins and a disarming smile. And all of a sudden, that moment, standing at the corner of Netaji road, I found out who I was.’('Left from Dhakeshwari')
— Kunal  Sen
Being socialized female and spending my life "othered" by this world gives me a unique perspective. In the past, this has felt like shit. In the present, it feels pretty good. In the future I hope somebody loves me enough to watch me age ungracefully.
— Harvey Katz
Mammals require three essentials in life, identity, stimulation, and security, and by far the most important of these three psychological cornerstones is identity.
— David Sheldrick
Lydon Johnson realized he really was President, that his identity had changed by President Kennedy's shocking death, when aides who had been like family to him minutes before, stood in his presence on Air Force One.
— Nancy Gibbs, The Presidents Club: Inside the World's Most Exclusive Fraternity
Lyndon Johnson realized he really was President, that his identity had changed by President Kennedy's shocking death, when aides who had been like family to him minutes before, stood in his presence on Air Force One.
— Nancy Gibbs, The Presidents Club: Inside the World's Most Exclusive Fraternity
The minute I heard my first love story,I started looking for you, not knowinghow blind that was.Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.They're in each other all along.
— Jalaluddin Rumi, The Illuminated Rumi
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
— Jalaluddin Rumi
Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed ... awake.' Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again.'I'm tired of sleeping.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
When you’re in love, you’re capable of learning everything and knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love is the key to understanding of all the the mysteries.
— Paulo Coelho, Brida
Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
I don’t want to love him—this would be so much simpler if I didn’t. But I do.He’s funny, and passionate, and strong, and he believes in me more than I even believe in myself. When he looks at me, I feel like I could take on the whole world and come out standing tall. I like myself better when I’m with him, because of how he sees me. He makes me feel beautiful and powerful, like I’m the most important thing in the world, and I don’t know how to walk away from that. I don’t know how to walk away from him.
— Rachel Vincent, Alpha
This dangerous girl. This captivating beauty.This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.
— Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn
In this world
— Hidekaz Himaruya, Hetalia: Axis Powers, Vol. 2
Journeys end in lovers meeting.
— William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.
— Walt Whitman
Finished in a frenzy that reminded me of our last night in Cambridge. Watched my final sunrise. Enjoyed a last cigarette. Didn’t think the view could be any more perfect until I saw that beat-up trilby. Honestly, Sixsmith, as ridiculous as that thing makes you look, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. Watched you for as long as I dared. I don’t believe it was a fluke that I saw you first. I believe there is another world waiting for us, Sixsmith. A better world, and I’ll be waiting for you there. I believe we do not stay dead long. Find me beneath the Corsican stars, where we first kissed.Yours eternally, R.F.
— David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
...I feel like a traitor, a phony, a fake. But I am a hypocrite with the best intentions, and I need kissing desperately.
— Coco J. Ginger
Sleep, my love," He whispered, smoothing her long hair, lifting the damp locks away from the back of her neck. "I'll be here to watch over you.""You sleep too," she said groggily, her hand creeping to the center of his chest."No." McKenna smiled and pressed a soft kiss against her temple. His voice was husky with wonder. "Not when staying awake is better than anything I could find in a dream.
— Lisa Kleypas, Again the Magic
She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.
— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina, Vol 1 of 8
It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever
— Rosamunde Pilcher, The Shell Seekers
I had never been this mad at her before. It was one thing to be attacked by someone you hated, but this was something else. This was the kind of hurt that could only be inflicted by someone you loved, who you thought loved you. It was sort of like being stabbed from the inside out.
— Kami Garcia, Beautiful Darkness
Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.
— Anna Godbersen, Bright Young Things
I wanted to punch him and understand him at the same time.
— Shannon A. Thompson, Take Me Tomorrow
Maybe we were together in another life...in a parallel universe, maybe our paths are not supposed to cross twice, maybe your arms are not supposed to go around me. I hear about you now & then, I wonder where you are & how you feel. Sometimes I walk by & I look up to your balcony, just to make sure you were real-just to make sure that I can still feel you...it appears to me that Destiny Rules...
— Stevie Nicks
If you look closely you'll find all my lovers inscribed on my skin.
— Jill Ciment, The Tattoo Artist
You said everything I needed to hear. I'm hooked now. You have me. What are you going to do with me?
— Abbi Glines, Fallen Too Far
I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.
— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters
Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.
— Jess C. Scott, Skins, Animal Stories
It's not the end. It's the beginning.
— Stephenie Meyer, Twilight
They were from two different worlds. Two entirely different people. But upon their coming together, they created- they found- their own path and together they had their own world and in their own world, they were the same. Everyone else outside of it- everyone else was over there. Away. And they together- they together were here. They were right here. They were the same.
— C. JoyBell C.
Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.
— Stephen King, The Drawing of the Three
He is not a lover who does not love forever.
— Euripides
Wonder why we can do this,' he called out with his mind. The mental effort of speaking to her was already straining—he felt a headache forming like a bulge in his brain. 'Maybe we were lovers,' Teresa said. Thomas tripped and crashed to the ground. Smiling sheepishly at Minho, who’d turned to look without slowing, Thomas got back up and caught up to him. 'What?' he finally asked. He sensed a laugh from her, a watery image full of color.
— James Dashner, The Maze Runner
For a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink when she jumped off the bridge. Then I blinked and was in love with her again.
— Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You
Love is giving something you don't have to someone who doesn't want it.
— Jacques Lacan
I’ve never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other, it feels like I have. It’s like . . . it’s like there’s only ever been Peter. Like everyone else that came before him, they were all to prepare me for this. I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you. And Peter does. He sees me, and I see him.
— Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before
The last word of love is ... goodbye.
— Carroll Bryant
You are the one star I wish upon nightly, praying your glory will fall from the heavens and land in my undeserving arms.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway
If a woman conceals her affection with the same skill from the object of it, she may lose the opportunity of fixing him; and it will then be but poor consolation to believe the world equally in the dark. There is so much of gratitude or vanity in almost any attachment, that it is not safe to leave any to itself. We can all begin ‘freely’- as light preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have a heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.
— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
It's not the right word, Eva," he pressed on stubbornly, his lips at my ear. "That's why I haven't said it. It's not the right word for you and what I feel for you.""Shut up. If you care about me at all, you'll just shut up and go away.""I've been loved before--by Corinne, by other women...But what the hell do they know about me? What the hell are they in love with when they don't know how fucked up I am? If that's love, it's nothing compared to what I feel for you.
— Sylvia Day, Bared to You
When the love of your life dies, the problem is not that some part of you dies too, which it does, but that some part of you is still alive.
— Jackie Kay, Trumpet
They knew each other. He knew her and so himself, for in truth he had never known himself. And she knew him and so herself, for although she had always known herself she had never been able to recognize it until now.
— Italo Calvino
They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours. 
— Hermann Hesse, Narcissus and Goldmund
How stupid, I thought dreamily, to have ever thought I could give this up. Not just the kissing, although, as Archer’s hands cupped my face, I had toadmit that part was pretty awesome. But all of it: joking with him and working beside him. Being with a guy who was my friend and could stil makeme feel like this.
— Rachel Hawkins, Demonglass
And may my bronze name / touch always her thousand fingers / grow brighter with her weeping / until I am fixed like a galaxy / and memorized / in her secret and fragile skies.
— Leonard Cohen, Let Us Compare Mythologies
I look coolly in to the blue eyes of the person who is now my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense. And I promise myself I will defeat his plan.
— Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire
When two people are in love, they are parrallel lines. That intersect. Together but seperate. Infinity.
— James Collins, Beginner's Greek
The Knowing Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise- comaed and woken, we lie a long time looking at each other.I do not know what he sees, but I see eyes of surpassing tenderness and calm, a calm like the dignity of matter. I love the open ocean blue-grey-green of his iris, I love the curve of it against the white, that curve the sight of what has caused me to come, when he’s quite still, deep inside me. I have never seen a curve like that, except the earth from outer space. I don’t know where he got his kindness without self-regard, almost without self, and yet he chose one woman, instead of the others.By knowing him, I get to know the purity of the animal which mates for life. Sometimes he is slightly smiling, but mostly he just gazes at me gazing, his entire face lit. I love to see it change if I cry–there is no worry, no pity, no graver radiance. If we are on our backs, side by side, with our faces turned fully to face each other, I can hear a tear from my lower eye hit the sheet, as if it is an early day on earth, and then the upper eye’s tears braid and sluice down through the lower eyebrow like the invention of farmimg, irrigation, a non-nomadic people.I am so lucky that I can know him. This is the only way to know him. I am the only one who knows him.When I wake again, he is still looking at me, as if he is eternal. For an hour we wake and doze, and slowly I know that though we are sated, though we are hardly touching, this is the coming the other coming brought us to the edge of–we are entering, deeper and deeper, gaze by gaze, this place beyond the other places, beyond the body itself, we are making love.
— Sharon Olds
Lovers' language, give me an exact and poetic comparison to say what those eyes of Capitu were like. No image comes to mind that doesn't offend against the rules of good style, to say what they were and what they did to me. Undertow eyes? Why not? Undertow. That's the notion that the new expression put in my head. They held some kind of mysterious, active fluid, a force that dragged one in, like the undertow of a wave retreating from the shore on stormy days. So as not to be dragged in, I held onto anything around them, her ears, her arms, her hair spread about her shoulders; but as soon as I returned to the pupils of her eyes again, the wave emerging from them grew towards me, deep and dark, threatening to envelop me, draw me in and swallow me up.
— Machado de Assis, Dom Casmurro
Though lovers be lost love shall not.
— Dylan Thomas
Yeah, you lose this attitude, I can help you work that hurt out.”Who was this man? He held onto his tragedy for seventeen fucking years, how could he stand there and tell mehe could help me work through mine?“Really, Joe? Like you helped me work out my grief at losing Tim?” I asked sarcastically.“That’s not what I was offerin’, buddy, but you want it like that I’ll give it to you.”“You’re unbelievable,” I snapped.“I’m yours.”That socked me in the gut too, so hard it winded me and all I could do was stare up at him.Taking advantage, his face dipped close and his hands curled around both sides of my head.“First fuckin’ time you smiled at me in my bed, that’s when it happened,” he murmured.
— Kristen Ashley, At Peace
my 6 foot goddessmakes me laughthe laughter of the mutilatedwho still needlove...she has saved mefrom everything that isnot here
— Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell
But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.
— John Updike, Rabbit, Run
All knots that lovers tieAre tied to sever.Here shall your sweetheart lie,Untrue for ever.
— A.E. Housman, More Poems
I was thinking of Cambridge, and then I got a bit homesick for a minute, 'cause I never been this far away from home before. But the I remember you're here, and now I'm not homesick no more.
— J.L. Merrow, Muscling Through
It just made me realize that I wouldn’t have anything if you left,” he said miserably. Jake gave a pained wince and looked down at the floor. “I wouldn’t have anything if I left, either,” he murmured.
— Madeleine Urban, Caught Running
placid, adj.Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.
— David Levithan
My hands are in his hair and his arms wrap around my waist tighter. I know what Henry does to me. I’m space bound. A rocket about to blast off. And I want Henry to send me to the moon.
— Lauren Hammond, He Loves Me...He Loves You Not...
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life,Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife. . . . O, I am fortune’s fool! . . . Then I defy you, stars.
— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.
— Kristin Hannah, Night Road
Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.
— John Berger
I had no voice to talk with because she was my whole language. Without her to talk to, there was nothing to say.
— Rob Sheffield, Love Is a Mix Tape
Love is an illness which doesn't have good nor recompense.
— Ali ibn Abi Talib
Somewhere a bird sang, its chant hanging plaintive and melancholy in the still air...I think it's a sort of lark or something. Our tradition has it that they sing with the voices of lost lovers. If the stars are smiling on them, you will hear its mate call back in a moment.
— Jane Johnson, The Tenth Gift
I don't miss you, I miss who I thought you were.
— Waseem Latif
And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him.
— J.R. Ward, Lover Unleashed
I killed my ex lovers and buried to my memories' grave. It is JanuaryAnd I am tired of being brave.
— Arzum Uzun
Sometimes when I remember we aren't the same person, it shocks me.
— Laurie Frankel, Goodbye for Now
A servant wants to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants only to be in love's presence, that ocean whose depth will never be known.
— Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
I love you forever. I am sorry I cannot love you now.
— Nick Harkaway, Angelmaker
I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else.
— Jodi Picoult, Picture Perfect
I know,” he said, very softly. “Let’s go home. Let’s go home, and you can tell me whatever you want, and I’ll believe you.
— Ashlyn Kane, American Love Songs
Walking together and exchanging kisses.Holding hands like we're Mr. and Mrs.
— Vineeza Shakeeb
If we're happy, to be happy together. If we're are sad, to be sad together. To always know the other is there for us. The best of friends... and so much more.
— Kasey Michaels, How to Tempt a Duke
and rain will fall on our eaves.
— Jack Kerouac, The Subterraneans
she was aware of his love - how could she not? She perceived it every time he looked at her. He was not demonstrative, but his ardour was all the more evident for the reins with which he restrained it, the mask of steel behind which he imprisoned it, his detached demeanour and deliberate gestures that, far from parading a lack of interest, displayed the strength of his self-discipline, that he could so tightly curb the intensity of his passion.
— Cecilia Dart-Thornton, The Well of Tears
Woe to the man who in the first moments of a love-affair does not believe that it will last forever! Woe to him who even in the arms of some mistress who has just yielded to him maintains an awareness of trouble to come and foresees that he may later tear himself away!
— Benjamin Constant, Adolphe
They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander’s sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock.
— Amy Lane, The Locker Room
I nipped little kisses along his jawline. God, I just couldn't keep my hands or lips off of him. "God, you are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted."He laughed. "That's something the vampire should be saying to you, not the other way around.
— Tish Thawer, Scent of a White Rose
When I looked into her eyes, I saw an invisible spirit of something that I already loved.
— Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue
This is days and days and months and years and all the minutes in between, just you me.
— Paullina Simons, The Summer Garden
Love is seeing someone for who they are, and for all the things that they don't know they can be. Sometimes it's neither seeing things as good or bad, but seeing them as aspects that create the being. If you cannot love someone for all of the things that create their personality, then you'll find it hard to love them at all. I can be everything or nothing, but I cannot love without you.
— Jennifer Megan Varnadore
You’re not like other girls, you know that, right?’ Ed asks.‘I’ve been aware of the problem,’ I tell him.
— Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon
He smiled then, and that smile was like the sunset, stretching from one end of her existence to the other, lighting her way not by sight, but with a slow kindle inside she knew would never leave her bereft for the sun's warmth.
— Joey W. Hill
In fact, though their acquaintance had been so short, they had guessed, as always happens between lovers, everything of any importance about each other in two seconds at the utmost, and it now remained only to fill in such unimportant details as what they were called; where they lived; and whether they were beggars or people of substance.
— Virginia Woolf, Orlando
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts.
— James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
If you promise to love, trust, respect, support and stand by someone no matter what, do not just speak those words when times are good. Live those words when challenges arise. The stronger the love and commitment, the more unbreakable the bond. United hearts will never be easily divided.
— Carlos Wallace, The Other 99 T.Y.M.E.S: Train Your Mind to Enjoy Serenity
Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.
— Faraaz Kazi
Now it was just the two of us, Max and me. And about a thousand other people around us.
— Kimberly Derting, The Pledge
When he put the old-fashioned mechanical toy on her palm, she stopped breathing. It was a tiny representation of an atom, complete with colored ball bearings standing in for neutrons, protons, and on the outside, arranged on arcs of fine wire, electrons. Turning the key on the side made the electrons move, what she’d thought were ball bearings actually finely crafted spheres of glass that sparked with color. A brilliant, thoughtful, wonderful gift for a physics major.“Why magnesium?” she asked, identifying the atomic number of the light metal. His hand on her jaw, his mouth on her own. “Because it’s beautifully explosive, just like my X.
— Nalini Singh, Tangle of Need
It' like he has the ability to take on some of my pain. I feel so much better around him. Stronger. And he is willing to take my pain. He wants to bear it with me. I can see it shining in his eyes. I'm more than a duty to him. I'm more than his literal dream girl. I'm so much more.
— Cynthia Hand
Life is sad. Here is someone.
— Lorrie Moore, Anagrams
Unscrewing the cap, Gabriel squeezed a bit of clear jelly onto his fingers and understood. Covering Joey’s body with his own, Gabriel kissed his lips. “But you said – something we haven’t tried …” “We haven’t.” Reaching up, Joey cupped Gabriel’s cheek. “What happened before was one stranger attacking another. What happens now is between you and me.” “Joey.” Gabriel kissed the other man’s earlobe, his jawline, the hollow of his throat. “I can’t hurt you again. I’ll kill myself first.
— S.A. Reid, Protection
You great bloody bully.""Which is exactly what you need, you vexatious headstrong wench.
— Lynn Kurland, Spellweaver
Someday I would have lovers and write a poem after
— Janet Fitch
In spite of photographs taken in beer halls or nightclubs showing her cuddling up to some strapping, smirking youth, it seems that the romantic cliché was true: when she met Adolf Hitler, Eva Braun met her destiny
— Angela Lambert
They'd never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they'd been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love.
— Gregory Maguire, Out of Oz
Giovanni had awakened an itch, had released a gnaw in me. I realized it one afternoon, when I was taking him to work via the Boulevard Montparnasse. We had bought a kilo of cherries and we were eating them as we walked along. We were both insufferably childish and high-spirited that afternoon and the spectacle we presented, two grown men jostling each other on the wide sidewalk and aiming the cherry pits, as though they were spitballs, into each other's faces, must have been outrageous. And I realized that such childishness was fantastic at my age and the happiness out of which it sprang yet more so; for that moment I really loved Giovanni, who had never seemed more beautiful than he was that afternoon.
— James     Baldwin, Giovanni's Room
Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.But then perhaps this is what lovers are.
— André Aciman
The library door was thick and none of the ordinary sounds that might have reminded them, might have held them back, could reach them. They were beyond the present, outside time, with no memories and no future,
— Ian McEwan, Atonement
That night Tommy kissed him and eased his way into Chase’s body so gently that when Chase came, his vision washed in white, not red, and it did for him what sex with Tommy always did for him: set him free and let him fly.
— Amy Lane, Chase in Shadow
That really pissed me off, because I am worth it, goddamn it!”“I know you—”“Still talking here!
— Robin L. Rotham, Alien Overnight
So through a world of piety I made my way to Sebastian.
— Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
...But it is also told that Niuka forgot to fill two tiny crevices in the blue firmament. Thus began the dualism of love--two souls rolling through space and never at rest until they join together to complete the universe. Everyone has to build anew his sky of hope and peace.
— Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
I don’t want to be the anchor around his feet. I want to be the sky. I want to be the colorful weird name.
— Pella Grace, Knock Love Out
Very softly as he nuzzled her, his mouth near her ear, he began to sing: "I'm so happy with you, la, la...
— Judith Ivory
Their banter was rich and comfortable, their teasing intimate and profound; their 'I love you' without the use of those startling words.
— Sarah Winman
There is a good things to those who wait..
— Noriel Espanol Neo
I was always a killer. It was my skill, and they’d taught me well. She taught me love.
— Charles Todd, Hunting Shadows
Sleepless nights, infinite random thoughts, Remembering those moments, he had much to say, an urge to talk to someone, to be cared, to be loved, to be understood !! She was gone by now, And he was lost !! There it was, A white paper note, a pen, and the dark clouds forcing him to spill out !! Yes Words did most of talking, the unsaid words took the paper form .. Strange it was, the way Love was lost somewhere in the Library stacks !!
— Douglas Self
...kids marked by the special thinness that one has only once, the transparent thinness of early maturity, when, without knowing it, you are immortal. And completely permeable. When you can walk indifferently down the street with a lover because you have become that lover. Two small people without dislike of suspicion.
— Andrea Lee, Lost Hearts in Italy
...which recall(s) a moment in time when raw excess made them a casual aristocracy, apart from the rest of the world.
— Andrea Lee, Lost Hearts in Italy
I've sent you roses many times. I've held your hand in mine
— Richard L.  Ratliff
Cash looked at her, square in the eye, and his jaw twitched. She flinched, then braced herself. For what, she wasn’t sure, but just being near him made her feel like she was made of glass. Like anything he said would break her.“I came to see you.”Anything except that.
— Summer Hines, Some Things Stay With You: A Windswept Wyoming Romance
God sent an angel to me, I’ve waited for so long to have you in my life and now it’s real ….and sounds awesome … I really really love you
— Sami Abouzid
I want him and me in this stolen moment. Collecting heartbeats. Falling in love for the millionth time.
— Pam Godwin, Two is a Lie
I walked in and saw you dancing. I haven't caught my breath since.
— Pam Godwin, Two is a Lie
love is all that matters to me
— kaka rossy
Color shows us love.AndLove gives us color.
— Anthony T. Hincks
But you are still you I'm still meAnd we are still we
— Richard L.  Ratliff
Far from the maddening crowds,Love leaves a trail;If you take my name, I shall comeLeaving behind all my veils!
— Neelam Saxena Chandra
I want to be able to love youmore than I fear losing you, and I don't know how. Teach me, Bree. Please teach me. Don't let me destroy this.
— Mia Sheridan, Archer's Voice
My soulmate, my heart is with you wherever, I may be.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
I wasn't sure what was happening between us, but I didn't want it to happen without me.
— Shaun David Hutchinson, We Are the Ants
To many, eternal love lasts forever. But for me, eternal love is not about duration. It is about a divine something which puts this life into something way beyond what is physical, what is timed, and what is measured.”Sophia to Michael
— Teresa May B. Bandiola, The Forest of Evergreen (Volume 2): Found in the Wilderness
I’m really happy when I’m with you. I get the feeling you feel the same way. And if that’s true, I don’t think you should give a fuck about what people may or may not think of our age difference. Furthermore, if our ages were reversed, no one would bat an eyelash. Am I right? So now it’s just some sexist, patriarchal crap, and you don’t strike me as the kind of woman who’s going to let that dictate her happiness. All right? Next issue…
— Robinne Lee, The Idea of You
No!I don’t love you!I just like you, a little.Your lips are sweet,and your eyes are precious to me.No!I don’t love you!I just like you, a little....
— Zorica Savron, Only for You, My Love: Love Poetry
We can take our time with everything. Do it right, do it slow.
— Stella Knights, Taken Outback
You look at him with your whole heart in your eyes.
— Michelle Madow, Diamonds are Forever
There is no pleasure in my life except you,I want to live for you.#indrani(wifey)
— Abesh Das
You have to read between the lines, I saw it all in her eyes before her actions came to life, and it’s what wisdom is all about
— Sami Abouzid
Our eyes will know the heavens if our lips stay for each other.
— Roman Payne, Hope and Despair
You're the best in me!
— HarryKrishna
Is this how Julia Roberts' character feels like in Pretty Woman? Two parts princess, one part whore?
— Parker S. Huntington, Asher Black
Love's a gift, and can certainly be refused. Refusing doesn't destroy the gift, it simply puts it aside. You're free to do that. I'm not expecting a gift in return. Take what's offered, especially when it's offered so generously and without expectations.
— Nora Roberts
When two people love one another, they fight the world together, not each other "~ Levon Peter Poe
— Levon Peter Poe
You haven't written anything about me yet!" She said in a complaining wayHe replied in a sorrowful tone "I wish you could read my unwritten poems
— Hilal Hamdaan
For your kind heart Only.Darling this smile i Never show let make it warm your heart Marty B.M
— Marty Bisson milo
It smelled of oily flowers, like the worn pillowcases of long-ago lovers.
— Michelle Tea, Black Wave
How many lovers did a person need, anyway?
— Michelle Tea, Black Wave
What a selfish boy you are. You wished for the world and she could only give you the skies.
— F.K. Preston
I didn't see her love,but I felt itthrough the sun,the wind,and the raindrops
— Timothy Joshua
I didn't see her love,but I felt itthrough the sun,the wind,and the raindrops.
— Timothy Joshua
He turned around and I felt the shards of my broken heart crumble to dust.
— Jenna Evans Welch, Love & Gelato
Sometimes confused that whether women loves a man...... In the history none of the female become made due to love.
— Z.H.Choudhury
It's nice to be chosen, to be that girl you have been searching for all your life.
— Nikki Rowe
The Glasshobs built it to keep an eye on the stars, who have a tendency to run off on adventures and forget about how much we down-below folks need to navigate and cast horoscopes and meet lovers on balconies.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Soared Over Fairyland and Cut the Moon in Two
The man is like. Chess always afraid to loose its queen.
— Uknown
The lovers don't hide them from their beloved. If anyone of them, doesn't respond; it is a clear and visible that, he or she is fake or silly or idiot one.
— Ehsan Sehgal
This, let me remind you again, is a love story; you can see it by the imbecility, not a repulsive imbecility, the exalted imbecility of these proceedings, this station in torchlight, as if they had come there on purpose to have it out for the edification of concealed murderers.
— Joseph Conrad
Aware of every breath, every movement, I sat in his lap. His hands gently braced my hips as I studied his face. "And now I want you to know, Rhysand, that I love you. I want you to know..." His lips trembled, and I brushed away the tear that escaped down his cheek. "I want you to know," I whispered, "that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you. And I am honored- honored to be your mate.
— Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
I dreamt of land but that was so long ago.I don't even know if he still exists.
— Anne Fall, Rosa Scriptum
You said no, though,” he says, slightly muffled. “When I asked you out. That one time.”“Wait, what?”“That time at work? I asked you to the movies, and you said you would invite Vera?”I pull back a bit. “That wasn’t—you weren’t asking me out. You said I could come, too, if I wanted. That’s not asking someone out.”“It was to me,” he says, sheepish, and I want to poke him, but I also kind of want to hug him forever.“Next time you want to ask someone out, maybe be less subtle. Maybe try to use the word date or together. Maybe phrase it as an actual question, you know, get some upward inflection going at the end of the sentence?”He just looks at me, a little bit like he wants to poke me, but maybe also hug me forever. Instead he just kisses me, and it’s a long time before we break apart again.
— Emma Mills
I know the devices of a demon. I was taught as a child about the demon lover. I was told about a beautiful temptress who came to a young man's room. And he, if he were wise, would demand that she turn around, because demons and witches have no back, only what they wish to present to you.
— Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
Ultimately, wasn’t dance a whispered question? A story told through the position of a foot, the tilt of a head, the touch of a hand, the brush of an eye. A rite of passage. A claiming.
— Martina Boone, Illusion
The problem was, she wanted to get loved so badly that she couldn't tell it wasn't love.
— Himmilicious
Glory is reserved for the twisted minds.
— Charlyn Khater
Lysander saw that they were displaying all the timeworn and conventional feints and poor disguises of lovers meeting in a public place and hoping the real nature of their relationship would be invisible.
— William Boyd, Waiting for Sunrise
I will help build your museumWhen you run out of space to hang your workYou can hang your work in mine
— Darnell Lamont Walker
1. Feed off you. 2. Replenish you. 3. Repeat.
— Darnell Lamont Walker
I am in love-desire, and unless you take me now, I shall fall in pieces...but I do not think I can be moderate. Forgive me, forgive me...'But her breathing was as changed now as his, and all order retreating before the strength of the living force beating about them. She pressed the latch, and set the last door to lie open.'Khush geldi: welcome: thou art come happily,' she said gently, and let him come, where he belonged, within her gouvernance.
— Dorothy Dunnett, Checkmate
There’d never been anyone who could knife him so with a momentary word, and then speak the wound away in the very next moment. If all those little boyhood heartbreaks had been supposed to make him ready for this, Demane wasn’t.
— Kai Ashante Wilson, The Sorcerer of the Wildeeps
They were two burnt lovers, too similar and too different at the same time.
— A.A. Gupte, Unfinished
He held her face in his hands, and stared into her eyes, and said that she was his for only a while anyway, and that it wasn’t his going to Cranwell that would split them up. “You’re destined for greater things, Susannah Hammond. I see it in you. You’re so clever, so bright. So beautiful. So special. I’m not any of those things. Except when I’m flying, maybe. Down here, I’m ordinary. I’m going to be just a memory for you. A sweet one, I hope. Happy. But just a part of your past. I might be good enough for now, but I’m not good enough forever. Not for you.
— Elizabeth Noble, When You Were Mine
And then his true courtship of her had its beginning; and to the worship of his body, he joined the fairest garlands from the treasure-house of his mind, and made a bower for her.Adored; caressed into delight; conducted by delicate paths into ravishing labyrinths where pleasure, like carillons on glass, played upon pleasure, she leaned on his voice, and sometimes answered it.
— Dorothy Dunnett, Checkmate
And then the blue eyes, with gentleness, scanned all her new-made body and came to rest on her eyes. 'I have begun to eat,' said Francis Crawford. 'And I have begun to slake my thirst. But in you I have found a banquet under the heavens that will serve me for ever.
— Dorothy Dunnett, Checkmate
Back in the gurdwara, the ceiling doing strange things above my head, Jungli fed me with pieces of orange. Our outspoken attachment deepened. I was moved by his tenderness, his simplicity and his beautiful eyes. Beauty is a great robber of my common sense.
— Sarah Lloyd, An Indian Attachment
I don't believe in magic.'The young boy said. The old man smiled. 'You will when you see her.
— Atticuspoetry
It might have been a new way for her heart to beat.
— Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass
His agony somehow became an invisible hand, stretching out through the Force, a hand that found her, far away, alone in her apartment in the dark, a hand that felt the silken softness of her skin and the sleek coils of her hair, a hand that dissolved into a field of pure energy, of pure feeling that reached inside her—And now he felt her, really felt her in the Force, as though she could have been some kind of Jedi, too, but more than that: he felt a bond, a connection, deeper and more intimate than he’d ever had before with anyone, even Obi-Wan; for a precious eternal instant he was her … he was the beat of her heart and he was the motion of her lips and he was her soft words as though she spoke a prayer to the stars—
— Matthew Woodring Stover, Revenge of the Sith
He dropped his head and kissed her. He kissed her and it was a kiss of utter certainty, the kind of kiss during which monarchs die and whole continents fall without your even noticing. When Jess extricated herself, it was only because she didn't want the children to see her lose the ability to stand.
— Jojo Moyes, One Plus One
Androma was good at what she did. But so was Dex.Besides, a prodigy could only outrun her master for so long.
— Sasha Alsberg, Zenith Part 1
To be considerate of othersIs for the way of the wiseThere’s more fighters than loversLeaving us with blackened eyes
— Justin Bienvenue, Like A Box Of Chocolates
I love you till kingdom come, evergreen.
— Anonymous
I do wish men, when they're taking their leave from a lady at dawn, wouldn't insist on adjusting their clothes to a nicety, or fussily tying their lacquered cap securely into place. After all, who would laugh at a man or criticize him if they happened to catch sight of him on his way home from an assignation in fearful disarray, with his cloak or hunting costume all awry?
— Sei Shōnagon, The Pillow Book
Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.
— Nadège Richards, 5 Miles
It's him, I feel it.
— Nikki Rowe
Distance is not a gulf but a bridge between lovers.
— Marty Rubin
He's cheap and cheesy, coz he loves you. If you want to know how 'expensive' he has been, just check his inbox, see how may gals he disappointed for you.
— K Hari Kumar
Love eats everything!
— Deyth Banger
Only fools lay claims where lovers thread for when such love is renewed, lovers dance upon their heads.
— Chinonye J. Chidolue
Only few moments of love has greater value than entire life
— Nitin Yaduvanshi, Absolute Love Letter
The light was everywhere. He would tell me later I looked like an angel... but just looked like the same devil to me
— Quil Carter, The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 2
There is a moon,that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.
— Sanober  Khan, A Thousand Flamingos
The tales lovers tell each other about how they met are hushed and secret things. They change year by year, for we all meet many times as we grow up and become different and new and exciting people--and this never stops, even for a minute, even when we are ninety.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl Who Raced Fairyland All the Way Home
I bring out the worst in you and you bring out the best in me.
— Anna Todd, After
Giving a woman your whole life is meaningless without giving her your whole heart as well.
— Deborah Harkness, Shadow of Night
Love knows no barriers, no distance.It makes you dance as if in a trance,And catches you up when you are down.It makes you draw a smile from a frown,And embarks you in a river when you fall, And most of its grace, it embraces us all!
— Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot & Columbine
A boy would sit with you all night, and count the stars. However, a real man would toil under the sun and build you a little universe. The difference - one builds a fantasy, other fulfills it. And, lucky are those who get both these qualities in one person. They get to experience the magic of love.
— Saru Singhal
As for Fergus. He had a habit which Maud was not experienced enough to recognise as a common one in ex-lovers of giving little tugs at the carefully severed spider-threads or puppet-strings which had once tied her to him.
— A.S. Byatt
I grow everyday, and with me, my love too.
— Hamza Aslam
- I saw the Center of the Universe, she said. - I'm looking at it right now, he said.
— Eva Scoutt, The Intern
This night has no beginning and no end. It will last forever in the Blue Moon's memories. Bless us, lovers, Mother Moon, if we will never meet again.
— Eva Scoutt, The Intern
Everyday i thinking about you
— Galliano MS
I had to let someone know who I was: not merely Simon's assistant, his chronicler, his poor scribbling friend, but the great love of a great life. That I may have lived in his shadow, but I was always by his side. That I was as needful to him as air.
— K.J. Charles, The Secret Casebook of Simon Feximal
I’ve never felt this lonely.But then I’ve never witnessed someone falling apart. Even his blank stare, as he watches his world crumble around himself, is beautiful. And I’ve never seen someone break so perfectly. And all I can do is watch because he won’t let me in.Because just like his darkness, his misery is his own.But what does that make me?A passerby?No.I can’t just stand by.Why doesn’t he understand that I can’t watch him fall apart? That the sharp ends of the broken glass that is his heart, cut me too.
— Kady Hunt, Perfect
They fell in love the way you do the first time, when you're young, and you feel as if you have nothing and everything to lose
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
There is always a real and an imaginary person you are in love with; sometimes you love one best, sometimes the other.
— Anthony Powell, A Dance to the Music of Time: 1st Movement
As her lips changed the geometry,Her smile turned to poetry.
— Shashiraj Punjabi
And on this night, the last of its kind before we get married to each other at the stroke of 8 tomorrow in the evening, as I walk towards my bed to call the day off, the last puff of wind brought from a fairy-tale land urges me to write this letter as your girlfriend, for one last time.
— Debalina Haldar
It will be a beautiful day tomorrow, with the burgeoning greenery of the trees coming alive through the east window of your room – the greenery that will rim the endless sky and our endless love.
— Debalina Haldar
When you're afraid because you don't know what comes next, I will be there to love you through it. So, I guess today, I'm asking you to let me.
— Courtney Giardina, Behind the Strings
Like the North Star, you’ve been the constant in my life. You’ve been my companion in good and bad, my support in happy and sad, while distance fulfilled its role with utmost dexterity… the role of strengthening our foundation for seven years of a long-distance affair! I could always see your face, deep in the cove by the clamouring sea of distance… every time I closed my eyes.
— Debalina Haldar
Ten years it has been, through our deepest secrets and prettiest moments… under the handsomest sky so bedecked by the stars and sometimes between the dusty roads that often blurred our eyes with smoke and scars.
— Debalina Haldar
We were still so young when our eyes first met. We would run holding hands through the lawn of the college campus. I vividly remember the grass beneath the cherry tree that had water at the tip which touched our legs. I vividly remember how we would talk about our future as the sun rays sparkled like diamonds through the leaves of the trees outside the campus auditorium. I vividly remember your urge to touch my erratic strands in the gentle breeze outside the canteen. And then we allowed distance to conquer the space between us so we could build a career, sculpt a life and keep the promises. And did we not do well!
— Debalina Haldar
I couldn’t love you for who you are because you showed me who you truly wanted to be, and I loved her more.
— Darnell Lamont Walker
(He remembered resting against her afterward, listening to the beat of her heart, taking her breath into his lungs, and thinking that he was the luckiest man in the world, that you couldn't connect with a human being any more perfectly than that. And sure enough, he'd been right.)
— Beatriz Williams, The Forgotten Room
The time has come. I know you, and now you will know me. Ever Yours.
— Kelly Moran, Exposure
The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.
— Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You're a hard man to love, Lachlan MacRuairi, but I do belive I'm up to the challenge.""We'll probably argue.""Aye, it seems likely.""I have a bit of a temper when I get angry.""I have noticed," she said wryly."I can be a mean bastard. I"ll probably say something to hurt you."She laughed. "Are you trying to scare me off?"He gave her a rueful smile. " Maybe.""Well, stop - it isn't going to work. I'm quite aware of your faults."He frowned. "I didn't say they were faults.
— Monica McCarty, The Viper