J Cole Love Quotes

I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much that I hated you for a while. And now that I know that you are damaged, I love you even more. Perfect things are not relatable. Unbreakable is fascinating, but not lovable. You’re breakable, Dean Cole. I’m going to do my best to keep you whole.

When you refuse to pay your dues to love, sometimes the price goes up. There’s an inflation, and you end up losing more than you’d bargained.

You only get one life, Luna. One stab at this thing called happiness. Why deprive yourself of things you want just because they weren’t given to you the way you hoped for them to come?

This is better than a romance novel." P.J. said with a wistful sigh. "You read that stuff?" Cole demanded. "Why the hell do you ask the question like that?" P.J. said, annoyance evident in her tone and expression. "You just didn't seem the type," Cole mumbled. She flipped him the bird, and Shea had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. P.J. was easily half Cole's size but she also looked like she had the confidence to take on the much larger man. She might even kick his ass. The idea intrigued Shea greatly. "I'm tempted to shove one of my romance novels up your ass." P.J. said sharply. "But I love my books too much to desecrate them like that, I'll settle for my boot." Cole held up his hands in surrender. "I won't say another word. Romance novels are great. I love romance novels. I think everyone should read them.

when you lose the person who gave you life, part of you dies along with them.

When death can’t stand to conquer something, you know it must be beautiful.

Life changes and molds you with every breath. Death has a way of forcing you to re-evaluate decisions, and fate has a way of shoving your face into everything you've lost.

We lived love. A love so tragic and beautiful that it's only fitting it doesn't have a happily ever after.

It took me an hour to know you, and only a day to fall in love, but it will take me a lifetime to forget you.

Love is tragic. Love is painful and brutal, but above all, within true love, there is a beauty matched by nothing else. And what truly is tragic is to never love someone the way I love you.

I love you, Knight Cole. More than anything. Maybe even more than myself. But I don’t trust you with my heart. And when you hurt me like this, I feel little and vindictive. So vindictive, you shouldn’t trust me with yours. Whatever it is, we need to kill it before it kills us, you understand? We can’t be together.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

He takes my hand, threading his fingers through mine. He raises them to his mouth, kissing our joined hands. Tears stream down my face as I take in that he’s actually standing right here in front of me. My Cole, my love, my reason for living is back.

Aric told me I should give my blessing to you and Jack.” She snorted. “You can bless us all you want, but it’s not happening.” I frowned at her. “You told me things had changed between you two.” “Yeah. As in, I made peace with the fact that I’ll never be with him. It was a done thing between you two before I ever came into the picture.” “Why are you so sure?” “After he heard you didn’t want to have anything to do with him, J.D. took it bad—like head in his hands, pulling out his hair. So we got wasted together. I told him how I felt about him, and I tried to kiss him.” Jealousy scored me. “And do you know what he did?” I held my breath. “He pushed me away, telling me that the people of his mother’s blood fall in love once. They pray they get it right—because it can’t be changed. He told me his mother loved his father, unrequited, and nineteen years of misery couldn’t shake it.

Everybody's broken, chipped, damaged, and we just have to find the one person that can accept our flaws and love them, the one that can take the ugliest part of us and paint something beautiful with it. When you find the person who can create hope and breathe life into you - that's the person you can't let get away.

As much as you may want to, you can’t make yourself love someone, and as much as it sucks, you can’t make yourself not love someone either. Love is its own fucking beast.

Addicts say there is never a high as great as that first time, and it’s the same with love.

You've always been my exception to everything.

Cause you a star—no, not the type that snort the white lines I mean the type to light the night time

Sometimes we make a mistake that can never be undone. We hurt people we never intend to hurt, and it isn't until years later we realize that although we hurt them, letting them go was the kindest thing we could have done.

I never got over you either," I ocnfess, and he draws in a deep breath. "It's because I never would let you go. You felt that, didn't you?" He presses a soft kiss to my lips. "Pienso en ti siempre." I think of you always.

It wasn't my place to stop you. You had another guy's ring on your finger. It wasn't my fucking place!" He snatches my hand up, shoving my wedding ring in my face. "The moment you put this ring on your finger, you were no longer mine.

Deep down inside, I'm a selfish bastard, but I'm a selfish bastard that will love her in ways no other man ever will. She has been mine since that first day in English class, since the first time I kissed her and told her I loved her. And really, it's not my fault another man fell in love with the woman whose heart belongs to me.

This hurts because I love her when I should have learned to hate her. You never fall in love with someone having the thought that one day you'll need to hate them, but you see, the consequence of loving someone more than they love you is hate. You have to learn to hate them or they will strip your soul fucking bare when they leave you.

I may be fucked up, I may be a mess, but you are my salvation.

He’d opened his heart, and he’d let me claim it. And with a man like Cole, who holds his secrets close, that was the essence of love.

Stars guide you,” she whispered, holding her dagger and ring closer to her chest. “And winds never steer you wrong.” He stood and closed the door behind him when he left.

What's money without happiness? Or hard times without the people you love? Though I'm not sure what's 'bout to happen next I asked for strength from the Lord up above

Fiona Zedde’s entire body of work), and Alyssa Cole’s body of work (Once Ghosted, Twice Shy and How to Find a Princess). There is sporadic representation of bi Black women, such as Talia Hibbert’s Take a Hint, Dani Brown. The self-published options, however, are broader. There’s Chencia C. Higgins’s Things Hoped For and Consolation Gifts, Meka James’s Being Hospitable, J. Nichole’s A Girl Like Me, Christina C. Jones’s Something Like Love, and G. L. Tomas’s Wander This World and The Love Bet.

To the bookish friends we look up to, we love you: Kate Clayborn, Kresley Cole, Jen Frederick, Sarah MacLean, Jen Prokop, Erin McCarthy, Sally Thorne, Sarah J. Maas, Sarah Wendell, Susan Lee, Helen Hoang, Erin Service, Katie Lee, Christopher Rice, Cassie Sanders, Tessa Bailey, Rosie Danan, Rachel Lynn Solomon, Rebekah Weatherspoon, Leslie Phil-ips, Alexa Martin, Sonali Dev, Gretchen Schreiber, Alisha Rai, Jillian Stein, Liz Berry, Candice Montgomery, and Catherine Lu.

Love Yours.

Loving someone didn’t mean destroying yourself in the process.

For what's money without happiness? Or hard times without the people you love? Though I'm not sure what's 'bout to happen next I asked for strength from the Lord up above 'Cause I've been strong so far But I can feel my grip loosening Quick, do something before you lose it for good Get it back and use it for good And touch the people how you did like before I'm tired of livin' with demons 'cause they always inviting more Think being broke was better

Fuck you, Cole McCord! You don’t get to tell me how to live my life! You don’t get to tell me who to love! And I don’t care if you don’t want me anymore, I still want you, and I always will! You dumb, stubborn man, your worth doesn’t depend on your legs or your dick or any of your other body parts. And I’m sorry this happened, God fucking knows I am, but sometimes life is shitty, and the only choice we have is to make the best of it! We don’t give up. Not on life, and not on each other. And I swear to God, if you give up on us, I’ll never forgive you. So get your head straight. When I said I belonged to you, that meant forever. Like it or not, I’m yours!

Jace Matthews broke my heart, but it was Cole Maguire who fixed it. And Lucas? Lucas became the glue that holds us together.” - Thalia

That’s what Cole does to me. He grounds the raging storm inside me. He anchors me so strongly, even the tsunami of emotions has no power when I’m with him.” - Thalia

All his life Rob J., struggling to salvage people from the afflictions that bring about physical and mental failures, was surprised at how much it hurt him when the patient was someone he loved.

The people moving in beat beside us have no idea what awful thing we're doing, what horrible, festering wound we've just ripped back open.

...then I wonder, does anyone ever intend on being that kind of person?

The consequence of loving someone more than they love you is hate.

Nothing can ever change that I was yours and you were mine, and for a short period of time, we had something people write books about. We lived love. A love so tragic and beautiful that it's only fitting it doesn't have a happily ever after. I love you.

This is all I have - her words. Words...feelings caught in time.

Tainted Love”- Marilyn Manson

I do believe in love. As black as my little heart may be, I do believe in this world, there is someone for every asshole. It's just a matter of stumbling into them. And not ever letting them slip away.

No one will ever know.” His hands glide up my back to my shoulders. Fisting my hair, he tugs me to his face. “Whatever’s going on with you and Isaac—you want out…I’ll save you, and if you don’t, well, I’ll help you get away with it.” 

satisfied. Satisfaction is like a fucking unicorn that shits glitter and diamonds. It doesn't exist.

You lose a love like this and you’ll never find it again. Never.

He’s fucking me like he wants to kill me, yet he’s kissing me like he wants to love me.

I loved him in a way I doubt I will ever love another man, and I know that because I’ve hated him more than I’ve ever hated anyone before. Hate is a product of failed love only when you can’t find it in you to let go. And you know what? I fucking hate him because I love him.

This is better than a romance novel,” P.​J. said with a wistful sigh. “You read that stuff?” Cole demanded. Shea pulled away from Nathan but he still held her close, tucked into his side as they faced Steele’s team. “Why the hell do you ask the question like that?” P.​J. said, annoyance evident in her tone and expression. “You just didn’t seem the type,” Cole mumbled. She flipped him the bird, and Shea had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. P.​J. was easily half Cole’s size but she also looked like she had the confidence to take on the much larger man. She might even kick his ass. The idea intrigued Shea greatly. “I’m tempted to shove one of my romance novels up your ass,” P.​J. said sharply. “But I love my books too much to desecrate them like that. I’ll settle for my boot.” Cole held up his hands in surrender. “I won’t say another word. Romance novels are great. I love romance novels. I think everyone should read them.