Xoxo Love Quotes

You Know You Love Me! XOXO Gossip Girl

And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell...You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl

The only thing we should scream into the world is love.

My girlfriend that I was in love with who broke up with me on a hospital rooftop three months ago in Seoul shows up right before my concert in New York City. Yeah, I forgot about it.

Listen: I'll fly to London right now and pull you out of whatever pointless meeting you're in and make you admit how much you love it when I call you "baby." I'll take you apart with my teeth, sweetheart. xoxo A

Because I choose you first. Always. Violet, I love you.

Dear my strong girls, you will all go through that phase of life making a mistake of helping a toxic girl whose friendship with you turns into her self-interest. This kind of girls is a real burden towards the empowerment of other females as they can never get past their own insecurity and grow out of high-school-like drama. Despite how advanced we are in educating modern women, this type will still go through life living in identity crisis, endlessly looking for providers of any kind at the end of the day. They can never stand up for others or things that matter because they can't stand up for themselves. They care what everyone thinks only doing things to impress men, friends, strangers, everyone in society except themselves, while at the same time can't stand seeing other women with purpose get what those women want in life. But let me tell you, this is nothing new, let them compete and compare with you as much as they wish, be it your career, love or spirit. You know who you are and you will know who your true girls are by weeding out girls that break our girlie code of honor, but do me a favor by losing this type of people for good. Remind yourself to never waste time with a person who likes to betray others' trust, never. Disloyalty is a trait that can't be cured. Bless yourself that you see a person's true colors sooner than later. With love, your mama. XOXO

singing “Love is a Battlefield” into a wooden spoon as she channeled her inner Pat Benatar.

sometimes you don’t want to learn a hard lesson, you just want to be a petty bitch and make your ex jealous, and that’s okay, too.

You are fabulous, but not everyone is going to like you. That’s okay.

Success is never created in a vacuum, so I try to operate with a sense of compassion and gratitude for everyone who has their hand in the work that makes me successful. It’s a collaborative process, and I never forget that.

It’s a soulful Sunday, somehow I found myself pulling out my journal and started writing a letter to Sensuality. And it goes like this: Sensuality... You’ve opened me up to a world of possibilities and set me on an adventure that has never ceased to amaze me. You have led me through unfounded territories. Through the highest highs and lowest lows I’ve felt your current, sometimes raging like an angry sea and at times blowing as gentle as a cool summer breeze. You’ve filled me with such an insatiable desire, which has been both a curse and a blessing. You’ve sensitized my soul, made it to feel even the most gentle touch of the lightest feather. You daily seduce me into your deep waters, waters so deep I find myself drowning, yet not losing my breath. Sensuality... I love how you soothe me when I’m hurting. I love how you comfort and put me back together when I’m feeling broken. I love how you whisper in my ear and say ‘do not despair, I’m here.’ You uncover my deepest desires and set my soul on fire. You light me up and make me shine like the brightest star on a clear summer night. There’s never a dull moment with you. Just when I think there can’t possibly be more, you show me again and again that there’s always another level... another layer... another blessing. Your mysteries never run out. I’ve come know you like God’s very own presence. Indeed, you are His very own favour to my soul. His divine beauty, passion and wisdom have I come to know through you. Through you I’ve learned how to stand in my worthiness rather than in my shame. That’s why I love you and will forever hold you close... very close... to my heart. Xoxo.

You're stubborn and loyal and good, and when you love, you love with your whole heart... But when you're afraid, your heart is closed, and it's never the right time, but when your heart is open, and you're willing to be brave enough to take a chance, the time is always right.

Don’t fall in love with a stripper. ;) I love you! xoxo

Love with no regrets. If it means taking a chance on someone that you may love, it’s better to live with knowing what would happen than living with not knowing what could have happened.

Thanksgiving is a time for gratitude. It can also be a time when feeling grateful can be an acrobatic feat that you're just not up for. There's no rules that need to be followed here. Authentic living is your only option, so it's ok to turn off the tv when another ad screams for you to be a certain way just because the calendar says so. Power of suggestion can be great medicine - but don't judge yourself or a loved one who is having trouble learning the words to this song. It's a tough season from some people. Huddle and cuddle with those you trust and love. That's real medicine and it's a good place to be during the holidays. xoxo

Every woman's life is a journey... a journey to find love... a love that lasts." xoxo elle~

Okay, so maybe he didn't sign it with a heart or an XOXO, but the man was going for coffee. Gotta love that.

There was a little note on the nightstand written on the back of a KFC napkin: Went for coffee, be right back. R  Okay, so maybe he didn't sign it with a heart or an XOXO, but the man was going for coffee. Gotta love that.

to be enough. And I refuse to go through life … broken. Split in half by a decision that wasn’t mine to make. So I will stop it now. This bonfire near The Edge will be the last night spent at this godforsaken university for me. I love you, sis. And whatever you do, don’t ever get involved with those boys of the Skull & Serpent Society. xoxo Eve

I snap a picture of him with his back turned to me and post it to my Instagram with a rosy filter. I caption it with three hearts and Game night with my love! No better way to cap off an awesome day, and there’s no one else I’d rather spend it with. xoxo. #LivinTheLife #MarryingMyBestFriend #TrueLovesKissFromARose

He’s tall, and big. His dark hair is thick and more unruly than you might expect from a CEO. He’s wearing an extremely well-cut suit but doesn’t seem entirely at ease in it, as though it constricts a barely-controlled wildness that’s a definite part of his vibe.

Lexi. Fucking hell. You taste so damn good.” His voice has become rasped with lust and … not indecision, but turmoil over a decision already made.

All I know is that he’s mine. I want to keep him. And I’ll do it all over again if he’ll let me.

After the waves calm, Rafe strokes my hair for a while. He kisses my face. Then he pulls gently out of me. He stands above me, all hulking and outrageous. Then, abruptly, he pauses, touching his fingers to my body. He looks appalled, almost furious, as he stares at his blood-stained fingers. “Lexi. My God. You’re a virgin?

takes me a while to return to myself. I can’t think. I can only feel. One thing I know: this is bad. Very, very bad. This girl. I’ve found my weakness. And I am utterly, hopelessly addicted.

If I’m addicted, Rafe seems almost crazed. Dirty and lusty and obsessed.

This is nothing less than addiction, I know that. Or obsession. Or some twisted, raging combination of the two. I’m powerless to slow it or calm it.

There was a time when any book written by a fitness personality would be a weight-loss book. Back in those days, these pages would probably be called Bye, Booze! Drop the Alcohol, Lose Weight or Spin Cycle: Ride Your Way to a Better Body. I am so happy to be working in this industry at a time when the conversation has shifted toward becoming the best version of yourself and celebrating what you’re capable of rather than how little space you take up.

If you’re asking someone how much they’re making or how to better your business or how to get ahead in your career, and you don’t put action behind the information they share, don’t go back to that person again. It’s an insult to their time and their energy.

the idea of imperfect care. We are all here because somebody took care of us—somebody fed us and changed our diapers and tried to make sure that we were alive. That care may have been messy, but that person’s intention was to do the best that they could with the tools at their disposal, and without that care—without that kindness or support or whatever it was they provided—we wouldn’t be here. We wouldn’t exist.

realized that we have to love our parents like they are going to die, because they are.

Any relationship can live in a duality. Our parents can give us love, joy, and amazing memories, while also unloading a lot of their shit onto us and unleashing trauma that follows us into our adult lives. That’s true no matter how privileged you grew up, or how rough you had it. It’s on us to do the work, forgive those who might have hurt us, and heal, so that we can stop the cycle rather than project our shit onto our children or the other important people in our lives.

My man still hasn’t left his wife. What should I do? A: Girl, read that question back to yourself! Do you really want to date someone who has cheated on his wife with you?

Trust timing, trust yourself, trust the universe. What’s meant for you is gonna happen.

If you don’t do your civic duty, you ain’t getting no booty.

Sometimes, the kind of love we dream of can only be found within the pages of a book. I can’t give you your own happily ever after, but I can give you theirs… Bea Paige xoxo

Love doesn’t even have the decency to die. It just transforms into abject misery.

The last time I sat down for a meal with my family was when I first arrived in Seoul. Being here with Jaewoo and the people who love him makes me miss the people who love me.

Rafe pauses before he opens the door. “Don’t forget who you belong to.

Yeah, it is. And so are you. And I am so in love with you I hope like hell it doesn’t end up destroying us both.

Yours.” I touch my sensitive nipples. “Yours.” I touch my fingers there, “And this. All soft and ready for you. Yours.

[...] as an idol, you agreed to share your whole life with your fans, so that they can love you without fear that you'll disappoint or hurt them.

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