So be afraid. Be angry. Be jealous. Be possessive. Be whatever you need to be. But please, let me come along for the ride. I promise I will hang in there with you. I promise you that there is far, far...

I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of it.

Mine to you. Yours to me. Bonded by blood, by spirit and by soul, we are one. No distance too far, no enemy too powerful, no sacrifice too great. I will always find you. I will always protect you. No...

Nobody is perfect. Everyone who has ever loved someone has had to overlook something.

I imagined the two of us cooking apples for Christmas, those stupid romantic little squares in the Currier and Ives style... I thought all the time: Sometimes what we have passes for love, when...

Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.

Love is a word, another kind of open. As the diamond comes into a knot of flame I am Black because I come from the earth's inside take my word for jewel in the open light.

The heart makes its choices without weighing the consequences. It doesn't look ahead to the lonely nights that follow.

I knew that our time together was almost over, I asked her if she liked sports, she asked me if I liked chess, I asked her if she liked fallen trees, she went home with her father, the center of me...

I may some day get a boyfriend and eventually a husband, but you will always be my first loves. - Sheetal, 14, Qatar

The symptom of love is when some of the chemicals inside you go bad. So there must be something in love because your chemicals do tell you something.

I know girls aren't supposed to tell, but I've got to tell - just in case you should fail to love me because you never knew how much I loved you. I want not to have to say later - I wish I'd told him.

You needn't be so scared. Love doesn't end. Just because we don't see each other...

If I had ever had any doubt about whether I would love and admire her eternally, that doubt disappeared at that very moment.

Or make her blushing cheek a pillow for thy head

When I was a little girl, I used to try and bring sunshine to my mother. I felt so bad that she had never really seen or felt it. So I would try and catch it in jars. When that failed, I captured jars...

"When the time is right, you might consider telling Theo that you've been in love with him for a long time now." Lucy sniffed. "And I'm supposed to do this without Milk Duds? As if!"

I'm here because she's here, and she belongs to me. ~Rephaim

His daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now,...

You can't decide how someone will go about loving you.

Don't you see what's happened? You wanted to be in love again. To feel that feeling where a man you hardly know gazes into your eyes and seems to be the only human being who ever understood the real...

I'm just going to try to save the woman I love, and that's as good as the world to me.

I would do anything to make you happy because no one had ever smelled like you did. It was candy canes and pinecones. It was epic and awesome. and it was home.

The second message is one that I have saved for weeks. It's Otter, and he simply says, I love you.

That in effect was love. It struck him as astonishing. The word was so little in his vocabulary...

I love you, he told her. Sweet joy rushed through her. But there was a distinct smugness about his words. He'd sensed her feelings in return, and was pleased with himself for doing so. Turns out I...

Books loved everyone who opened them, offered comfort and friendship, and asked for nothing in return, never leaving, not even when mistreated.

... and yet could swear it was just then that I fell in love. It wasn't, of course, simply the onions - - it was the sudden sense of an individual woman, of a frankness that was so often later to make...

Losing through you what seemed myself, I find myself unimaginably mine, beyond sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears. Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: yours is the darkness of my...

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide and this is the wonder that's keeping the...