Quotes in category: “Love - Misc”:

The best kind of kiss is the unexpected, unplanned ones. The ones that just come naturally, like in the middle of a sentence.

And the weirdest thing of all is that it feels so right. I supposes it's true what they say, you never know it's right until it is, although I'm really scared of saying that out loud just in case he turns out to be a bastard, but somehow I don't think he will. 

Love me when I least deserve it,  because thats when I need it most. 

I'm not going anywhere. This is it for me. You're it for me. And I can't pretend to feel any less than I do.I'm sorry - I just can't.

Do I have to spell it out to you 
or scream it in your face? 
Oh, the chemistry between us could destroy this place 
Do I have to spell it out for you 
or whisper in your ear? 
Oh, just stop right there 
I think that we've got something here 

Guys drink to forget about girls. Girls drink to think back about the guy. When guys are in love, they become poor. When girls are in love they become pretty. Guys can forget, but can't forgive. Girls can forgive but can't forget. Guys break up when they feel love from another girl. Girls break up when they feel the separation from their man. Guys feel curiosity towards all girls. Girls feel curiosity towards guys who are interested in them. When guys are heartbroken they try to forget about the girl by going out with another girl. When girls are heartbroken they try to find his characteristics in another guy. But finally, guys wish to be her first love, girls wish to be his last.

And the day finally came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

Don't kid yourself.. 
That boy loves you 
In a way he's not 
ready to deal with

I want to be the girl you fall for when everyone else is falling for you 

I know it's bizarre that I don't gush on and on about someone who means so much to me. But that's exactly why I won't. When you say too much about anything important, it always ends up sounding more trivial than it is. Words trash it.

And you shouldn't have to ask her to explain. Her eyes, tell the whole story. You should already know.

If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done.

What you feel only matters to you. It's what you do to the people you love. That's what matters. That's the only thing that counts

Maybe love, too, is beautiful because it has a wildness that cannot be tamed. I don't know. All I know is that passion can take you up like a house of cards in a tornado, leaving destruction in its wake. Or it can let you alone because you have built a stone wall against it, set out the armed guards to keep it from touching you. The real trick is to let it in, but to hold on. To understand that the heart is as vast and wide as the universe, but that we come to know it best from here, this plalce of gravity and stability, where our feet can still touch ground. 

And on the other hand, when nothing is certain .. everything is possible.

We all carry something with us. Of course, it's nice if we travel with someone who can help lighten the load. But usually, it's easier to just drop what we've been carrying, so we can get home that much sooner Assuming, of course, there will be someone there to greet us when we arrive. Why do we clutch at this baggage, even when we're desperate to move on? Because we all know there's a chance... we might let go too soon . 

a.drunk.mind.speaks.the.sober.heart

I was just wondering if you'd come along, 
hold up my head when my head won't hold on. 
I'll do the same if the same's what you want 
but if not, I'll go. 

We don't choose who to love anymore than we choose when it ends. 

It was one of those, can't breathe-heart stuck in your throat-weak 
in the knees-butterflies crashing against your rib cage-collapse 
to the floor swooning, "oh my god, is this really happening?!" moments

Was love catching, like a common cold? Or was it more like a virus that afflicted a person gradually, until the unsuspecting individual was sick with love, consumed by it, riddled by its aftereffects?

but you are what you love and not what loves you back

Cause even if it breaks your heart to be just friends, if you really care about someone, you'll take the hit.

Saying good-bye to you today is the hardest thing I'll ever have to do, and when I get back, I can honestly swear that I'll never do it again

True love brings up everything - you're allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily