Love Kl Quotes

The sea air—I loved that smell. I’d missed that smell.

And this last year I also realized there are different kinds of love. There’s the dreamy kind you always thought you wanted and then there’s the steady one you never understood but the second you let yourself feel it…it’s nothing like you could have imagined in your wildest dreams.

I love you, Stephen. I adore you, but I love you even more. 'I love you, too, Killer,' he'd said one night on the phone... 'I adore you, but I love you even more.

You can't create love, Liam. You just have to take it wherever you find it.

That’s the great thing about love … it finds you. And when it’s true love, it doesn’t go away, and you just know. You don’t have to wonder or guess, because it just … is.

I have found that the less expectation you put on others, the more happiness you will find with them and yourself.

The sheets and pillows smelled like the sea and citrus. “Oranges,” I murmured. “My shampoo,” Wit murmured back. “I love oranges.” “So you love me.” I giggled. He hadn’t phrased it as a question, and for some reason—lack of sleep, probably—that made me giggle. Really giggle. “You have a nice laugh,” Wit commented. “A nice laugh?” I asked, giggles gone.

A Sheerio,” I replied. “For example, Sarah is a Swiftie because she’s part of the Taylor Swift fandom, so Michael’s a Sheerio because he loves Ed Sheeran.

Doesn't it bother you that people don't get it?' Pete starts to shake his head then he catches himself and holds still. Nope,' he says. 'If you know what you love, it doesn't matter what other people think. Besides, people are challenged when they're uncomfortable.

If I were being quite honest– which I probably wouldn’t be no matter what the circumstances entailed– he was almost exactly like the fantasy man I’d envisioned falling passionately in love with. The one I was currently trying to mentally murder in my psyche. That one.

I didn’t get to tell her I loved her, and she didn’t get to tell me. We called each other every night and said it before hanging up.

We can’t help who we love, Maverick,” he

To you,” he said. “To you, my son. You are a stronger man than I will ever be.” We clinked glasses. “I love you, Charlie,” he told me. “I love you very much.

Stay strong, beautiful. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you wake up. I love you so much. Forget everything else and concentrate on you and our baby. Don’t worry, we’ll work out the rest.

Wars weren't won in a day, they required diplomacy, negotiation, and tactical strategic thought. But I suspected the trickiest battles weren't fought between tough highly trained men in combat. They were those of the quick-witted mind pitched against stubborn, nine-year-old girls!!

I would slay dragons. I would walk through hell. I would wage wars. I would lie and cheat and steal and kill for you. I’d break every fucking law and commandment for no one else but you. I am madly, deeply, unconditionally in love with you. Your happiness is my first and only priority.

Should I put it in my mouth?” “If you’re feeling brave enough.” “How much of it?” “I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that before. My answer to that question will always be the more the fucking better, Sweetheart.

So fucking beautiful," Sawyer whispered, his voice almost breaking, the desire evident in his tone. "Let me love you," he muttered in a husky voice, and his choice of words temporarily stunned me. I felt the weight of his penetrative stare, which conveyed how much he meant his words. Too soon.

It was for him that I searched in every whisper of speech I heard, in every gentle touch, in every small glimpse of a face. It was for just one more glimmer of him, one more of his words passing like fine silk through the ring of my mind, one more sweetly bitter kiss searing my lips like fresh ginger.

You're so much more than I deserve, than I dared to want. This isn't about saving me, is it? It's about saving you too.

I could love you bigger than the stars, higher than the sun.

Sending my love anywhere and everywhere,

We'd dated for almost two years. I had been so in love with him, and our memories - even silly arguments - were like my favorite movie. I replayed them over and over in my head

The sheets and pillows smelled like the sea and citrus. “Oranges,” I murmured. “My shampoo,” Wit murmured back. “I love oranges.” “So you love me.” I giggled.

But I loved that hat. It was a gift from Killian on my birthday the year before. He bought it from a lady in town who knit and sold them dirt cheap. He said I looked good in orange.

I want you to be so fucking deadly that no one dares to look at you the wrong way. You're my equal in every single way. No one can come close to challenging me like you do. And I love it so fucking much.

world. I’d happily tour and play for free if I could afford it. What a privilege to share a common love with people and bring pleasure to a mass crowd who are all there to hear you do your show and tell session.

Matt pointed at Fen, "Fen's a descendant of Loki, trickster and troublemaker. Laurie is, too." Laurie smiled at Baldwin. Then Matt gestured at the twins. "They're Frey and Freya. She was a goddess of love and beauty, he was weather and fertility. And I'm, uh, a descendant of Thor. I'll ... umm ... fight the Midgard Serpent." "Thor smash," Reyna interjected. "That's the Hulk, not Thor," Matt started to explain. "Whatever," Reyna muttered.

When something or someone moves you, truly moves you, a part of you wakes affected and afflicted by senses you had never previously experiences. A part of you that you never understood, or perhaps never even knew, suddenly sparks into existence.

I’m trying to say,” Lorre said, conversationally, “that I’m fairly certain I’m in love with you, not that I know anything at all about love, so take that however you want, and don’t feel you need to do anything about it; I wouldn’t, if I were you.

You're my strength baby when I am weak, The sanctuary that I'll always seek My natural light when the sun begins to fade You give me feelings that no one else can replicate I need your touch like I need air to breathe, I need your softness And I do believe - I am all that I am because you love me.

We may only have had one weekend together, but I knew that Charlotte’s reply was all the motivation I needed to give us hope for the future.

Elena was hardly a trophy. She was the entire goddamned competition—a complex yet worthwhile challenge, not a mindless reward.

She was laying there before me, her hair fanned out around her—looking up at me, waiting for me.  Staring down at her, my eyes were once again taken in by her beauty and terrified to touch

We are the story of our choices, our grim failures, our crippled successes. We are the story of our molten passions, our loves and hates, our tears in the silence. We are the story of how others touched or shunned us, of loves returned, revenges enacted. When all flesh and glory melts away and there is nothing left of us, we will be only the story going on to what comes next.

Even before I acted I knew it was a liberty to take a kiss from her, especially when the draw between us was so strong. Damn, if I had empathy with anyone right now, it was with Eve and that damned apple.

Lily looked back at me, and as if by some magnetic force our eyes pierced each other’s again. The simmering embers of anger I had been controlling were fanned into a blaze of fire in my belly by the time I reached her.

Charlie, you know infinity and beyond? That’s where my love for Lily stretches. Nothing compares, nothing will ever compare to Lily. Everything is Lily. I know that word doesn’t sound like much, and it’s not very descriptive, but believe me when Lily is in the room and I look at her, my heart beats only for her. Love with every beat. Every beat is Lily, every thought is Lily, every feeling is Lily, every emotion is Lily. Everything IS Lily.

What had she meant by that? I asked myself time and time again, but mostly I didn’t give two flying fucks about the fates, instead just wishing she’d texted I love you, Mer before safely going to bed that night. Finally I had my answer. Yes, Claire had met a boy in New Orleans. Just not one for herself. “Stephen,” she’d decided back when we were still young enough to match our outfits and joke about who I would marry someday. “His name will be Stephen!

When something or someone moves you, truly moves you, a part of you wakes affected and afflicted by senses you had never previously experiences. A part of you that you never understood, or perhaps never even knew, suddenly sparks into existence.

No, Little Nightmare. In all the many years before you first terrified me, I never ... married." He raised an eyebrow as if to suggest more by the word. "That kind of knowledge of a person has its own kind of power. I have never felt so overcome that I have desired another person to know what makes me gasp with delight or sigh with pleasure. Knowledge is power. And I have kept that power to myself." He looked up at the stars before continuing. "It's so much harder to be cruel when you're in love. And so much easier to be betrayed.

When my eyes met hers briefly, I swear if we’d been in private the girl wouldn’t have stood a chance. I’d have thrown myself on her and taken her right there on the lawn. Pretty strong feelings for someone I’d never even spoken to before—definitely lust at first sight.

I realized I was indulging myself; objectifying her, fantasizing about her, and I had been biting and licking my dry lips. Her hooded, lust-filled eyes were fixed on my mouth. She was watching my mouth intently, her tongue sliding tantalizingly slowly across her dry lips.

Sweetheart, you definitely wouldn’t sleep with me,” I stated with arrogance. “Exhausted yes, sleep… nope, I’d keep you awake fucking you senseless.” Smirking, I winked at her again, but inwardly I felt a complete bastard for making her think I’d treat any woman like that.

The sensations evolving throughout my body from what we were doing was electrifying. From the moment our tongues met, a current began shooting down to my dick like jagged bolts of lightning. Lily shifted in my arms and sagged toward me, her soft breasts pressing into my hard chest.

You have to believe me that I’d do anything for her now. She’s like a ship that sailed by and I got tangled around her anchor rope. I can never go back to where I was before. There’s just something about her that I need to protect and nurture and without that ... without that there’s nothing.

Jesus fucking Christ, Maverick! I know everything and I still don't care. That's how much I love you. That's how wound around the very fucking center of my soul you are. It's the same place you'll be until I close my eyes and take my last breath. You are rooted here"-he pounds his chest-"in the bowels of me so far I will never be rid of you. No matter how much I've tried. No matter how much I wanted to while I knew you were with him." His voice cracks. He stops. Pants. Pins me with a look that devastates me but not more than his confession or the tears I now see gleaming. "While he was the sun that lit your world, you were the darkness that shadowed mine.

Her brave comment tugged at my heart strings, and I swallowed audibly. The next part was completely honest. “I just feel a connection between us.” I wagged my finger at the space between us. “An acute sexual tension if you will. It could make for some pretty amazing sex between us. I think we have great chemistry. I felt it even before I looked at you.

Texas Taco Depository: Let us assassinate your hunger! The restaurant barely qualified as a hole in the wall, but I loved it.

Without hesitating, the faerie leaned in and placed a soft kiss against his cheek. “What was that for?” he asked, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “I just realised I hadn't thanked you yet,” she said softly, her voice was almost a whisper. “For what?” “For everything,” Lori’s large, beautiful eyes gazed at him with sincerity.

But I love you. And Ahlskibi loves Leng. We do not serve you as other dragons serve their riders. We chose you for friendship and with that comes love and loyalty.

Dark of velvet, deep embrace, Silver, bright, smiling face, Moon and stars reign above Nature’s intertangled love.

The truth was, I wasn’t ready to save me. I had kept it a secret for so long, that when it finally did come out, the people closest to me felt like they missed something and blamed themselves. It told me I did an exceptional job of concealing my secret, but a lot of people I loved felt responsible.

They say that real book lovers just can’t say goodbye to the stories they love,

I dream of the day I’ll get to hold you in my arms for real. It may be too soon, or too intense, but Jersey you’re the light in my dark world right now. You wrote to me at the right time, I think. Do you believe in fate? I sometimes feel like you were sent to me.

You can never be sure quite how much time you’ve got with the people you love

Should I trust you, Vireo?” I asked him calmly. In fairytales, the girls never ask that question. Maybe it’s because they know they will be lied to, so why ask at all. Or maybe it’s because they fear the answer will be exactly as they expect. Or maybe because they have other things on their mind like spinning straw into gold before everyone they love perishes. But I have always found you can learn as much from lies as from the truth, so I asked.

Your heart is mine to guard. Mine to ward. It will not be stolen, not by me or any man.” “I think that’s up to me to decide, don’t you?” I said. “It is, after all, my heart.

Belatedly, I remembered that I didn’t need him. That I was my own woman. That I hadn’t married for love, and I wouldn’t love him even if he wanted me to because he was a villain from a storybook who I’d only allied myself with because the alternative was so much worse.

No matter how much it hurts, we'll always run back into the fire to save the things we love.

We want to love on you, Sweetheart,” Kacey tells me casually, “together,

I don’t see how you can choose a house over your kids, Mom. You love the house, so what. It’s a stupid house. You can always replace that. You can’t fake happiness. I’ll never feel safe there. Ever.

husband, job you love, and you can remind him that he’s in there because of what he did to himself, not what you did to him.

My cousin smiled and rolled her eyes, then burrowed into his side. Michael slipped an arm around her and kissed her forehead. They began murmuring about this and that, off in their own loved-up world. “What if I trip walking down the aisle?” I heard her ask him, to which he answered, “Then I’ll trip walking back up it.

There are different kinds of love. There's the dreamy kind you always thought you wanted and then there's the steady one you never understood but the second you let yourself feel it...it's nothing like you could have imagined in your wildest dreams

Love doesn't have an expiration date.

Love doesn’t have an expiration date, Katie. There is no cookie cutter for it, and there sure as hell aren’t instructions. It just is. Who says you can’t fall in love with someone who’s already broken your heart? Who says you can’t move on and then fall in love all over again from thousands of miles away via letters and emails? That’s the great thing about love … it finds you. And when it’s true love, it doesn’t go away, and you just know. You don’t have to wonder or guess, because it just … is.

angry and pushed the love aside, but it was too strong for me to fight. All my heart needed was to be near him again to remember that it beats for him.

A day lasts until it’s chased away, but a love lasts until the grave.

I love all the emotions I get to experience when I’m with you. It’s empowering and overwhelming. It absorbs everything in me. I can’t call it love because I’m not even sure I know what that is.” This

There is no love like that of your brothers-in-arms. "Let’s

That’s the great thing about love … it finds you. And when it’s true love, it doesn’t go away, and you just know. You don’t have to wonder or guess, because it just … is.” “That’s

You can't heal hurt with hate.

Getting your love callously thrown out by guy after guy like a waded up fast food wrapper tended to turn you into a cynical, heartless bitch who would end up in a sad nursing home, old and alone. The nursing staff that drew the short straw would have to take her wing for the day and listen to her pitiful tales of woe.

Before the accident, I seriously thought that it was all in my head. I figured I had just gotten too comfortable in our relationship and it was a phase that I would have to work through. After the accident, I began to realize that the love I feel for him is no different than the love I feel for my mom and Bailey. Now the love I felt for Devin ... Whoa!

Captain, Hey, hi, umm, so maybe I should have thought this through a bit more or something since I’m obviously unsure of what the heck to write. Crap. Well here goes I guess. I was asked to write a letter, get a few friends to write some letters, yadda yadda. Honestly, it feels like a blind date. You know the kind, you don’t really want to go on it but for some stupid reason you do, and before you know it your trapped in some weird thing when really you just want a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and to binge on Netflix? Wow, that sounds so selfish and bad. I wish I could say I don’t mean that but I’d be lying and I SUCK at lying. My dad asked me to do this, and then I thought hey! I could make it a class assignment (I’m a teacher) but third graders are weird creatures and barely connect with each other. How am I going to get them interested in talking to someone they don’t even know? Yanno? Unlikely. Anyways, I apologize for every word written above. I’m socially awkward and why I thought this was a good idea I’ll never know, but I’ve started so why not finish? If you don’t write back, I don’t blame you (I mean that) if you choose to, I look forward to it and I’ll try to be less weird, but I make no promises. Stay safe. J

P.P.S. I only shared those oatmeal cookies with Gage because you asked me to. Cut that shit out. Anything you make is mine, anything involving you is mine.

I love you, Stephen. I adore you, but I love you even more. “I love you, too, Killer,

I told him I loved him for the first time in a notebook. I love you, Stephen. I adore you, but I love you even more.

Sending my love anywhere and everywhere, Mer

We have something that even a mighty god like Gronoch fears," Loch said dramatically, rising up to his full height and brandishing a dashing smile. "Something that will call him to heel, that will make him shake with terror in his fleshy disguise...." "What?" "His mother.

Sloane made way for none other than Sullivan Stoker to walk in, who immediately made a face when he saw the bloody mess. He stepped around the bits on the floor as best as he could to go check on Will. [...] "Where is Marbles?" Stoker asked impatiently. "Oh, he's here." Ollie glanced around the ceiling. "And there. And over there—

...the way he looked at Sloane threatened to still his heart on the spot. They were tangled together in a bed in the middle of space, and yet Loch’s enamored expression made Sloane feel like he was the only magical thing there. A god, an immortal being, was gazing up at him as if he was the miraculous one, and Sloane was melting from the wealth of love he felt pouring from Loch’s eyes.

You four are my light. My alphas. I love you so much. So damn much. You asked me to embrace love again, but I won’t. I can’t. From the day I turned eighteen, I have been yours. I don’t have it in me to love anyone else,

Oh yeah, and honey mustard.” He rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh, you know me better than I know myself.” He smiled. “I love you, too.

know, I know.” Ben pulled me into a hug, headfirst into his chest. Which was usually comforting, but now it felt like he was trying to shush me. “Look, I do love you, Mer,” he whispered, letting me collapse against him and cry. His heartbeat muffled most of his words and made me dissolve into more sobs.

Going to court became difficult when I had to explain to Jason where I was going all the time. Paul’s reaction, when he found out, scared me into thinking that I should hold off on telling Jason what was really going on. All I told him was that I was going to court because of my dad. I let his imagination fill in the rest of the blanks, and for a long time he never pressed me for any explanations beyond that. I dreaded the day he would want to have a deeper conversation about it. I wanted to tread lightly because I found myself falling hopelessly in love with Jason, even though I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself yet because of Paul. I didn’t want to scare Jason away.

An open mind is as important as an open heart.. Love can be fast or even immediate. It's us who have to catch up to love, not the other way around.

And if Happily Ever After is how a fairytale ends, then ours ended here. But truly, it had only just begun, for love is like that. One peak is crested only to reveal another. One depth plumbed, only to uncover greater depths still, and a thousand years from now, when we are nothing more than terrifying legends to the mortals who were once my kin, we two will still be learning our love as one learns the heights of music, the breadth of art, and the deep deep depths of the written word.

Phoebe had a theory that when lobsters linked claws, it meant they’d fallen in love and would mate for life. “She’s your lobster,” she always said to Ross about Rachel. It was iconic.

Chase bit the side of his phone.

It was like moonbeams and smiles. You couldn’t store them up, or trap them, or trot them out when you wanted them. You had to enjoy them when they came, had to seize them while they were near. You had to live into beauty and love. You couldn’t just take them for granted.

Well if I was a roaring river, shifting and unpredictable, Trey was the very mountain below us, steady and constant.

His warm hand gripped mine and squeezed. "I'm not goin' anywhere, darlin'.

As much as you bring me light, I bask in your darkness, too. Because I want all of you. Good, bad, light, and dark. Whole or broken. I want you to love the dark parts of yourself because dark and light exists within us all, Gray.

Jesus fucking Christ, Maverick! I know everything and I still don't care. That's how much I love you. That's how wound around the very fucking center of my soul you are. It's the same place you'll be until I close my eyes and take my last breath. You are rooted here"-he pounds his chest-"in the bowels of me so far I will never be rid of you. No matter how much I've tried. No matter how much I wanted to while I knew you were with him." His voice cracks. He stops. Pants. Pins me with a look that devastates me but not more than his confession or the tears I now see gleaming. "While he was the sun that lit your world, you were the darkness that shadowed mine.

Love isn’t a savior, and it sure as hell isn’t beautiful. I used to believe it was the answer to everything, but love is just another form of addiction, gift-wrapped with a pink bow.

Love you, dude. That attitude is exactly why you’re where you are, and his is why he was asked to leave. Did you see the dude’s hair? I shudder to think what his pubes are like.

Dear Brooke- I love you with all my heart. I love all of you. But you have an extra special place in my heart. You are so smart and aware of everything and I don’t know what I would have done without you (and your brothers and sister). They don’t understand yet, but I know they will someday and then they will say my God how did she do it and I am going to have to say with a huge help from your sister Brooke. I am so sorry for all the times I yelled at you. I had no idea the burden, stress and strain I am putting on you. You’re only a child and this should not be. My God, help me to make Brooke’s life a whole lot better. I promise I will try to help you Lord, please help her, she’s only 11 years old. With all my love. I’m sorry for getting your book wet but I was crying.

I understood she loved the house. It was massive compared to the one we lived in on Long Island. Who would even want to live in a house where your own children were victimized? To me it would be difficult to start over when the house would be a constant reminder.