True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.

I'm not sentimental - - I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last - - the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't.

To love means to realize there is a time to let the beloved one go

I shudder, I see the love, I'm doomed, my heart melts again - can't stand not to be in love, can't stand not to be melting with real tenderness, childlike need sweetnesses, that's what's wrong with...

You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses...

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

Love is a noble cause. How can anything done in the service of a noble cause be wrong?

He knows. I can see it in his eyes, he feels how much I love him still, and maybe he's always known.

I cannot exist without you, so killing Galen is not an option. I would rather lose you to the Stormdancer than lose you in the sky.

No, love. You're the only one who has caused me to do the oddest things. You have truly poisoned me.

I'd found love - - only to discover how fleeting it can be.

I looked at her and sighed. In another world, I thought to myself, it might have worked. In another world, in another universe, in another time, as two quite different people, we really might have...

I wanted to learn more of love - that is built not on the shifting sands of violent passion but on the steady rock of deep and abiding affection.

In hindsight, I have no idea why he was ever with me. He thought highly of my breasts. And . . . that's it, I think.

When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.

All I think when I look at you is hallelujah

There is a black-and-white picture in my hallway, of me, Nancy, and Lizzie in the bath, when Nancy was eight months old and Lizzie two-and-a-half. I am gently biting Lizzie. Nancy, in turn, is gumming...

She kissed her as if she had been stranded on an island, marking each lonely day on a fallen coconut, slowly losing her mind. She filled Michelle like weather, worked her mouth like a cherry stem...

Honestly, what good is owning a castle if the person you love doesn't want to share it with you?

Love is when you care for somebody, and you be willing to go out of your way and do anything for that person, and to take care of that person, and if they have problems, that you can help them out any...

How many other lives are hidden, and hearts are seeking? How many would give anything in the world to be held by the person they love?

... it was a feeling with nowhere to go. Was that what love was, and how it came to you - - leaving you no options for its use?

Because who can describe the look that triggers the memory of loved ones? Who can anticipate the frown, the smile, or the misplaced lock of hair that sends a swift, undeniable signal from the past?...

I've won his heart, but it's like owning a house in which most of the doors are permanently locked. He wants to shield me from all unpleasantness. And it's not really marriage - not like the marriage...

She rejected the beckoning peace, fought to hang on to life. Mikhail's life. She wanted to brush her fingertips over the lines of strain she knew would be around his mouth. She wanted to ease his...

He buried his face in her neck and held her in his arms, absorbing the form the shape of her, the miracle of her. It had been so long since he held her, loved her, taken all that she was and given her...

In the same way that a fiancée is a bride-to-be, I've always thought a girlfriend is a fiancée-to-be. Yes, most relationships bite the dust before things get long-term. However, that possibility of...

Love is . . . needing to be with this one person. No - it's more like wanting to need to be with this one person. Last semester my English professor read us this great Robert Frost quotation that went...

I stood there for a moment, playing emotional catch-up. He drove down from the Navarre House just to surprise me with flowers. And not because it's Valentine's Day, and I feel obligated to have...