Aaliyah Love Quotes

Well, being this close to you." He shook his head. "The things I'm thinking aren't really that sweet." He ran his thumb over my lips. I kissed the rough skin. "Tell me." He blushed and grinned. I tried to convey some sort of strong, sexy siren persona. "I want to touch you. I want to smell you. I want to lay you out on this table and taste you." The

Malachi had never said “I love you” to Aaliyah because he didn’t love her. He had love for her, she was the mother of his child, but it was nothing more or less. Malachi

As the melody of Aaliyah’s “Miss You” fills the air, I feel like Prince and I are practically floating on the rink floor. Our bodies are in rhythm as we bob and weave through everyone, and you can feel the energy in the room.

None of us survive childhood unscathed. When Aaliyah looks back on these days, yes, she might remember these painful moments, but I believe she’ll remember all the days you showed up for her, that you kept loving her, that you kept on persevering for her—for yourself. The best way you knew how. If you believe you’re passing down your shortcomings and burdens to her, doesn’t that mean she’s inheriting the best parts of you too? She’ll have to decide what to let go of, what to keep.

She called Malcolm Daddy and Paige told her, He’s not your real daddy, emphasis on real. Aaliyah said, He’s going to marry my momma one day, so soon he will be my real daddy. But anyway, his love for me is real, like a daddy’s love should be, so that’s why I call him Daddy now. I don’t have to wait till the wedding.

Every day we fight for love, respect, money, position in the world, only to die in the end.” Aaliyah

I appreciated Aaliyah’s artistry. We’ll never have another like her.

I’m yours and yours alone.

Even though I suspected it was for the best, I felt bad about manipulating my father, and in that moment I realized something; I did not believe in God. As quickly as the revelation came, it dawned on me that I had never believed. I’d always questioned the claims of religion, though the day’s events had finally given me my reason. No loving God, I reckoned, would allow a recounting of his miracles to render some human beings more worthy of home than others.

No loving God, I reckoned, would allow a recounting of his miracles to render some human beings more worthy of home than others.