Quotes in category: “Love - Happy”:

Love is when one person knows all of your secrets, deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows. And yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else. 

I wanted to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me 

That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too.

I love everything about her. And I’m not a guy who says that lightly, I’m a guy whose faked love his entire life. I thought love was just something that idiots thought they felt. But this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted to. And there have been times that I wanted to. It has been overwhelming and humbling and even painful at times, but I could not stop loving her any more than I could stop breathing. I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with her, more than she knows. 

It’s one thing to fall in love. It’s another to feel someone else falling in love with you. 

You know you love someone when they make all the ordinary moments feel extraordinary. When doing absolutely nothing feels like everything. 

Because when something happens, he’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.

I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together. 

I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you. 

I used to think that any man of mine had to live up to a list of my expectations. I was wrong. Love has no list. You are the pinch in my heart. The catch in my breath. The reason my stomach tumbles and why I lie awake at night just to look at you. And every time I look at you, I know that I want to look at you forever. 

The old pull, the tide drawing me back in. I kept getting caught in this current-- first love, I mean. First love kept making me come back to this, to him. He still took my breath away, just being near him. I had been lying to myself the night before, thinking I was free, thinking I had let him go. It didn't matter what he said or did, I'd never let him go.

Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, “I think I missed you before I met you even. 

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says. I love all his looks and all his actions and him entirely and altogether.

And then my soul saw you and it kind of went ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.’

Sometimes I would open my eyes when we were kissing, I would watch him and I could see it. I could actually see love-- not words, not an emotion, not an abstract concept or a subjective state of mind, but a living breathing thing.

I wondered what I’d done to deserve her and after a number of minutes concluded that I’d done nothing whatsoever. She was in my life without reason. She was there in spite of myself. Good things could happen to not-so-bad people.

She had tried to forget him, realizing the inutility of remembering. But the thought of him was like an obsession, ever pressing itself upon her. It was not that she dwelt upon details of their acquaintance, or recalled in any special or peculiar way his personality; it was his being, his existence, which dominated her thought, fading sometimes as if it would melt into the mist of the forgotten, reviving again with an intensity which filled her with an incomprehensible longing.

I’ve made the most important discovery of my career… the most important discovery of my life. It’s only in the mysterious equation of love that any logical reasons can be found. I’m only here tonight because of you. You’re the only reason I am… You are all my reasons.

The soul wanders in the dark, until it finds love. And so, wherever our love goes, there we find our soul.

When you heart sets its sight on someone, it doesn't consult with your mind. 

She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.  

The reality is this: true love is not determined by the one being loved, but rather by the one choosing to love.

Ever kiss someone so hard … no, not hard, but intense, you know, electric… . Ever kiss someone so electric your skin peels off and floats away, and then his skin wraps itself around you to keep you warm and it feels like velvet, and then you look in his eyes and you can see every thought you ever had looking back at you? 

And if it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart, the only dream that mattered had come true. In this life, I was loved by you.