Quotes in category: “Love - Misc”:

He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked. How do you stop loving someone? It was one of the world’s more brutal mysteries. The more you tried, the less it worked.

Maybe I'm not the one that you hoped for, And you're right, maybe I'll never change. Maybe there's not much here to love, but maybe you can love me anyway. Yeah but baby I love you, the best that I can. Well it might not be pretty, but it's all that I am. 

It’s when you hold eye contact for that second too long or maybe the way you laugh. It sets off a flash and our memories take a picture of who we are at that point when we first know “This is love.” And we clutch that picture to our hearts because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren’t pictures. And you can either take a new picture or throw the old one away.

I'm outside of your window with my radio; you are the only station, you play the song I know. You are the song I know. 

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, intstead of creating the perfect love. 

There are the people who are right for you on paper, and then there are the people who are just right. 

I need to see you face to face... because I'm never as good as when you’re there... and I can see myself the way you look at me. And I'm sorry. If we could just get together and find some time to talk. Let's say all the things we never said. 

And I can't stand the way people say,"When I was a child, I loved elephants," "When I was a child, I loved ballons." Are they trying to say that if they stopped and looked at a balloon today or an elephant, they would not love them? Why wouldn't they love them? I think we still love what we always loved.

There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else; they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

That’s why love is madness. It’s too easy to lose your mind when you lose your heart.

Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone. 

Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness they draw out of you. And the more you know another, the richer the colors of that relationship.

It seems like the simplest concept: just push them all away and you’ll never get hurt. However, the simplest isn’t always the most effective. Someday, somebody’s going to find their way in, and they’re going to leave you on your knees.

This is about you not being able to commit, because committing means saying goodbye to whatever unfulfilled fantasy of love you've concocted after seeing too many Meg Ryan movies. But men don't come and make everything all better - they're only human. And you shouldn't punish him because you were forced to grow up so fast you never learned how to let someone else take care of you. He's not your father, okay, he's not necessarily gonna disappear at the first sign of trouble. And, as scary as it is to consider letting yourself be truly vulnerable with another human being, what's even scarier is that deep down inside you know you picked this man...and if you run away from him now, you'll be running away from being the kind of person you always wanted to be.

Maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might not be forever.

Never forget what took me a lifetime to learn: You have only one heart, be true to it.

You want me to act like we’ve never kissed, you want to forget; 
pretend we’ve never met , and I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I haven’t yet… 
You walk by, and I fall to pieces.

He's so contagious.
He turns my pages.
He's got me anxious.
He's what I waited for.

My life is damn near perfect, but every once in a while I think about 'that guy', and the fairytale thing we had. I wondered if we'd still be together. Because the minute it got hard, the minute it stopped being a fairytale-- I cut and ran. Real life is hard. Real life takes work. Real life is sometimes thoughtless and mean, but that doesn't cancel out the love. So if you don't love this girl-- walk away. But if you look at her and you know she's the one , you owe it to yourself to give it a second chance.

Time ticks by; we grow older. Before we know it, too much time has passed and we've missed the chance to have had other people hurt us. To a younger me this sounded like luck; to an older me this sounds like a quiet tragedy.

This is a story of boy meets girl, but you should know up front, this is not a love story.

Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within. 

Thoughts--even fears-- were airy things, formless until you made them solide with your voice, and once given weight, they could crush you.

If you're willing to break up over an ice sculpture, you guys should absolutely not get married. Because who gets to choose the ice sculpture, who should take out the trash, who has to stay home and make the many pizzas, that's the little stuff. What are you going to do when the big stuff comes along? What are you gonna do when a tornado hits your house, or you have problems with your kids, or one of you gets cancer? At some point, the crap is going to hit the fan. And that is why now, before you make the commitment, you have to ask yourself: Is that person in bed next to you worth the trouble? Do you love him...or her so much that no disease, no disaster could possibly pull you apart?