Rk Love Quotes

Love doesn't let you walk away clean. Love is messy. Love takes a fucking piece of you before it's done.

I fell in love with your eyes first because I looked into their depths and saw the other half of my soul.

The world went from black and white and into color when I laid eyes on you, my love. There'll be no going back.

Because that’s how love works.  It doesn’t die, even when you don’t feed it.  That’s just the way it is.  I wouldn’t change it, even if I could.  Loving her has become a part of who I am.

I don't feel alone with you. I feel like I have a family and a home again. You're my home. All of the dark shadows seem to disappear when we're together.

Careful, Love. You can't offer a starving man a feast and expect him not to take you up on it.

Friendship was another illusion like love, though it did not reach the same mad heights. People pretended that they were friends, when the fact was they were brought together by force of circumstances.

God, did I miss you, Love. Is thirty too young to retire from working? I'd love to just make love to you full-time, instead

I had fallen in love with a perfect lie.

How could one person, who’d proven to be so inherently bad for me, so wrong, still be so utterly necessary for my happiness? It wasn’t fair.

I want to deserve you, my love.

You’re my favorite subject, Love. I’ll start with your eyes. I fell in love with those first. One look was like a punch to the guy. You have these ageless eyes on such a young face. I just knew that you had seen bad things, and from the start, I knew that you could understand pain. Understand feeling hopeless and helpless and alone. I fell in love with your eyes first because I looked into their depths and saw the other half of my soul.

Oh, sweetheart. You haven’t been paying attention … I am the guy who has been in love with you for over six fucking years. I am the guy that has thought about you every day. I miss you every day. What happened — what we lost together — breaks my heart, but it doesn’t change anything.

Love, I want you everywhere I go. I’d put you in my pocket, if I could.

Love is not about want. Love is not about good. Love doesn’t let you walk away clean. Love is messy. Love takes a fucking piece of you before it’s done. If it is ever even possible to be done.

Love is like that. It's like a wildfire in my blood.

She was the one. If I’d ever had a doubt, I didn’t now. She was the one I’d be thinking about, longing for, until I took my last breath. If I lost her tomorrow, I’d pine for her like a lovesick fool. This was the kind of love that only hit you once in your life.

I wondered how my heart could be both light with happiness and heavy with love at the same time.

Frankie and Estella want your sperm for their baby,” I began. He blinked , then bent down and kissed me on the nose. “Will they buy me dinner first?

You read me so well without me ever having to say the words. It astounds me. Perhaps we were made for each other. You're making me a believer, my love.

You don't need to follow every impulse in life; you don't need to take on every gamble. But some, even ones that have burned you before, well some of them you do. Some of the sweetest moments in life come from second chances.

He kissed me.   A desperate, hungry, wild, make me forget the past and the future kind of kiss.

Tristan Vega: Thanks for accepting my friend request . I promise to try my hardest to refrain from sending you too many dick pics.

How about we call it lovingly fucking your brains out?

This is my child. I planted it. I saw it grow. I loved it. Don't cut it down...

Sometimes love isn’t forever. Sometimes it’s just moments in your life that teach you. If it’s the forever after kind of love, it’ll find you again. If it isn’t, don’t let a broken heart break you. Let it make you love harder. Love is a mistake worth making.

That will get you fucked in a hurry, Love.

I never cried a tear of self-pity.  That had never been my poison.  Bitter was my poison, and it took every ounce of character I possessed not to let it consume me.

I don’t know how I even did it,” said Tristan softly. “Looking back from here, I have no idea where I found the strength to let you stay out of my life for so long.

The most toxic relationships in life are defined by the way they make us feel about ourselves.

I love you. I know I said I needed time, but that was a big fat lie. I fell in love with you more than a year ago, and those feelings never went away, not for me. I was just trying to protect my heart when I told you that I needed more time to fall for you. I've been here all along.

I wasn’t letting go of this; this mindless moment where everything felt like it had shifted back into place and all of the wrongs were right again.

How can we be so good for each other in so many ways, and so bad in just as many others?

He’d done it.  He’d gone and flipped the psycho switch in my brain again.

The bed reminded me of a lifestyle. It reminded me of Frankie. “It was Frankie and James, wasn’t it? Did those kinky fucks bring you over to the dark side?

It just seemed to me, that if you valued a thing, you found ways to keep it from being compromised.

Wow. So the crazy train is going full speed ahead, huh? ‘Bout fuckin’ time.

Love is never satisfied with half-measures.  It won’t take parts of you.  It will own all of you, every single, longing piece.   “Love will make you its slave,” I stated venomously.  “It will ruin you.  Grind you under its heel until you don’t recognize what’s left.   “Love will take your soul.

Even love couldn’t cushion a fall like ours. My love for Tristan was so big that I felt consumed by it, and even so, it was not enough to overpower our combined demons. I struggled. I yelled and screamed. I scratched and kicked. I fought like hell, but even the most determined fighters have to stop before they break. No one could say I didn’t fight for him,

I loved your eyes first,” I told him , repeating his words from a few weeks ago back to him, because it was true, and because we were two halves of a whole—we had been all along, and he’d been so clever to know it right away. I used to think it was insanity, but now I was beginning to think that it was pure brilliance. “I see it, too, James. I see the other half of my soul in you.

Everyone should get to experience a love like that. That kind of love that makes us better people.

That’s how love works. It doesn’t die, even when you don’t feed it. That’s just the way it is. I wouldn’t change it, even if I could. Loving her has become a part of who I am.

With him being so charming, and so perfect, so heart-achingly beautiful, but tarnished in all of the right places, and in all of the ways that I understood so well, how could I not love him?

Love changes you. No matter how strong you are, it makes you stronger. No matter how weak you are, it makes you weaker. No matter how hard you are to conquer, it will bring you to your knees.

Jealousy is always born with love but it does not die with it.” ~Francois de La Rochefoucauld

I was born for the storm, and a calm does not suit me.

I don’t have a word for this, because I’ve never felt this before. But I do love you. I just wish there was a way to explain to you that love is just the start of it, because it’s turned into so much more for me.

I am the guy who has been in love with you for over six fucking years. I am the guy that has thought about you every day. I miss you every day. What happened —what we lost together— breaks my heart, but it doesn’t change anything.

You’re insane,” I told him, and stood up to dress. He hugged me from behind, pressing hard against me, rubbing his smooth chest along my back. He spoke into my ear, “Insane for you, my love.

You’re fooling yourself if you think I don’t have those feelings for you, Tristan. I’ve fallen in love with you.

He was gleaming with sweat. It would have taken inhuman willpower not to drink in every inch of his muscled, tatted up body. And I was human. Oh Lord, was I human.

I feel so lost.” He took my hands in his. “Not anymore. I’m right here. I’ve got you.” “There is this hollow place inside of me, where my faith in you used to be. I am so full of fear, and I do not know how to let myself trust you again. I don’t have the strength to do this. Not again.” “I’ve got enough for both of us.” He moved closer, wrapping me in his arms.

Somewhere, in the great expanse of space, There is a home where souls reside, Yours and mine were joined together I have not moved from that place, God help me, I’ll never move from that place But there was a poison in my heart, And a darkness in my mind I wasn’t there when you were drowning Though I’d give my soul to take it back You had to leave me behind

Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.

There’s this thing love stories always forget to mention. That love isn’t a constant thing. Sometimes it changes, other times it fades completely. Sometimes you have to fall in love twice to truly understand it.

You never called." I just stared at him. "You said you'd call," he reiterated. "So we can do this easy, or we can do it hard. Personally, I prefer hard.

I would love this man to the end of my days.  I’d fallen too deep.  Middle of the Pacific deep, with no land in sight.  There was no going back.  My heart was his forever.

Some of the sweetest moments in life come from second chances.

Staring is half the victory in love.

Love isn’t roses. It’s those little square caramels and a root beer from the gas station because he knows that’s your favorite snack. It’s watching a musical with you without groaning. It’s handing you your glasses at night because he knows you’re too blind to find your way to the bathroom without them. Love is awkward.

His lips were my own personal hell.  They were either his biggest lie, or his greatest betrayer.  Every kiss he’d ever given me, when we were in love or in hate, told me how he cared.  Told me how he longed.  Craved.  Pined.  Mourned.  Despaired.  Told me he was as desperate for me as ever.

People don’t die, we pass into memory. I’ll live through you, through your heart and your mind. That’s the wonderful thing about life. Our bodies die, but memory allows us to live in those we love.

I have to remind myself to breathe—almost remind my heart to beat!” Emily Brontë

It was the sweetest torture, the most delightful torment, to let the man that had ruined me for joy bring it back into my body for one brief instant.

(Logic meet feelings.  The two of you will never see eye to eye.  Let the lifelong catfight commence.)

I hate you,” I told him, quietly and vehemently. “I hate that I still love you.” Just as quiet, just as vehement. Far more destructive … “I hate that I’ll never stop.

[...] my life has fallen into categories—in spite of everything—gradiatons of her. Life before Scarlett. Life with Scarlett. Life after Scarlett. Wanting her. Needing her. Having her. Losing her.

Love could just be a moment, an amazing moment that could teach a person to breathe. It didn’t have to hold a person back.

Where there is love there is forever,

Because it never went away. Nostalgia suggests that feelings are coming back, and they can't do that, when they never went away.

I wanted to trust him with the best of me, the worst of me, and everything in between.

He gave me a rueful smile, his brown eyes so endearing. I could tell he was about to say something funny. I just knew him that well. "That's like asking if I'm a fan of cancer. I fucking hate it, but do I know how to get rid of it? Not fucking likely.

Every kiss he’d ever given me, when we were in love or in hate, told me how he cared. Told me how he longed. Craved. Pined. Mourned. Despaired. Told me he was as desperate for me as ever.

I want to share my life with you, to be monogamous with you, and my past is in the past. I wish there was some way I could prove it to you, once and for all. I do have a sordid past, but I’ve never lied to any of the women I’ve been with, and I’ve never promised to anyone the things I promise to you.

A love like that makes you better, even if you lose it all, even if it was for one precious moment in your life, you can't be sorry that you had it.  Trust me on this.

I love you too, I told him. There was nothing in the world I was more certain of. Not one thing. Not the sky or the moon, not the earth or the sun.

Unless life also gives you water and sugar, your lemonade will suck. - A realist.

It makes me feel special. I find that I love it. I find that I love everything you do to me.

Never relinquish the keys to your soul to someone else. It gives them too much power.

Whether I was the love or hate of his life, nothing and no one would ever overshadow me.

I can’t stop, Danika.  Please don’t ask me to.  Even if this is the set up for the fall of a lifetime, I still can’t walk away, and I can’t back off. 

When you trip over love, it is easy to get up.  But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again.” ~Albert Einstein

He's the best I ever had. And the worst thing that ever happened to me.

I do believe in love … I believe it’s the most destructive force on earth.

You can’t use sex to control me, James. You shouldn’t play with my heart like that.” He laughed. It was sinister. “Oh Love, it’s not your heart I’m playing with. And I’ll play with your body whenever I damn well please.

I love you, too, James, but that doesn’t give you a free pass.” “No, it doesn’t. Being your Dom does that, Love. I’ve compromised far more for you than I’ve ever done for anyone or anything in my life. Controlling you sexually is something I won’t be bending on...

I wasn’t here to make love.  I was here to make war.

What happens when two people of terrible pride fall for each other? Terrible things. Destruction, Chason, Pain. Sorrow. War.

Temptation is a woman's weapon and man's excuse.” H. L. Mencken

Love is a trap.  When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.” ~Paulo Coelho The

I’m tired of hating you … When all my heart has ever needed is to love you.

What exactly did Tristan tell you?”   “Oh, so you do know him?  Not much.  He just kind of…warned me off, in a vague sort of way.  He said you had an ex-husband that was liable to stab me in my sleep if I laid a hand on you.  He said he was huge, and insanely violent when it came to you, or rather who you date.  He basically told me that your ex would go to jail for murder before he’d let you go out with a guy like me.

No one would ever know me like he did. Understand and indulge the darkness and the lightness in me. The good and the bad. The strong and the weak. Take all of the parts of me that were toxic and soothe them with the perfect antidote. We had all of the ingredients of forever love.

What are you doing here?" I asked him point blank. "I'm here for the same reason I always come back to you. I've come for scraps. Anything you'll give me. I've come because I can't stay away.

I'll do it. I said I would. And, though I can't deny I've never thought of doing something like that, it appeals to me simply because yo want it so badly. I can't seem to help myself. I want to please you. I love to please you.

I told you that I needed you. But now I need you to survive. Forever. I won’t live through this without you, and I’m selfish for telling you that, but it’s the truth. You’re my rock, Danika. I can’t ever lose you, or I’ll follow Jared, I know I will.

He ran his nose along my jaw, breathing on me. “We’re friends, right? This is going well, don’t you think?” The man was demented . “By what criteria are we judging it? If going well means we’ve both lost our ever-loving minds, then yes, I guess it’s going well?! If we’re basing it on us being just friends, we’re failing epically.” He pulled back from me and grinned.

He then explained his new philosophy, which followed the devastating discovery that Love and Friendship were the veriest illusions. He explained that people married because their sexual appetite had to be satisfied and there must be somebody to manage the house. There was nothing deeper than that in any man and woman relationship.

I love you,” I spoke softly into his ear. He gripped me harder. “I can’t ever lose you, Danika. I’m not sure I’d survive it.” “You’ve got me. And I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.” I meant the words when I said them, but life had other plans for us. I was, by nature, a fighter, and no one could say I didn’t fight for us. I’d have given my life for that fight. In fact, I nearly did.

We were on the patio, Tristan grilling us burgers, as we watched the kids playing in the their park of a backyard. … I pointed a Nikolaj, huddled together with Imogen. “No fucking way,” I told Tristan. “That right there is not happening.” He curled his lip at me, waving a hand at Cleo and Duncan. They were holding hands. They were only six, but that wasn’t the point. “What about that right there? What the ever-loving fuck is up with that? I’ll tell you right now I won’t stand for it.