She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.
When you love someone, you don't see parts of him you don't like.
If you really love someone, even if you can't see where you'll be or what you'll be doing twenty years from now, you'd still want that person to be there.
At that moment he knew what his mother was thinking, and that she loved him. But he knew, too, that to love someone means relatively little; or, rather, that love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love each other silently. And one day she--or he--would die, without ever, all their lives long, having gone farther than this by way of making their affection known.
I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.
It's hard to close the door on optimistic expectations when you love someone.
I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, Molly mine. And when I look at you, that’s all I’m ever going to see, the woman I love. It doesn’t matter if you’re perfect. To me, you will be, and that’s all that counts. It’ll be that way always. Even years from now, when you’re old and withered, I’ll see you with my heart, not my eyes. That’s just the way it is when you love someone. The imperfections don’t exist. If you see them at all, you think they’re beautiful.
This, I thought, was true love. Someone who made you happy without saying a word.
I’d always heard that when you truly love someone, you’re happy for them as long they’re happy. But that’s a lie. That’s higher-road bullshit. If you love someone so much, why the hell would you be happy to see them with anyone else? I didn’t want the easy kind of love. I wanted the crazy love, the kind of love that created and destroyed all at the same time.
Is it ever really a waste of time to love someone, truly and deeply, with everything you have?
His parting shot to me had been, "I don't want to love someone who is more at home with the monsters than I am." What do you say to that? What can you say? Damned if I know. They say love conquers everything. They lie.
The more you love someone the more he wants from you and the less you have to give since you've already given him your love.
Freud suggests that in order to love someone else, one must love themselves; it's a classic "needs before other needs" argument. Unfortunately, no one really loves themselves . And, if they do, they need to get to know themselves better. Unfortunately, no one is really happy.
The fruit does not come from the outside, the fruit is created within you. Whatever you do, you develop receptivity for it inside yourself. Someone who wants love should give his love. Someone who wants bliss should start sharing his bliss. Someone who wants flowers to shower in his home should shower flowers in other people's homes. There is no other way. So compassion is an emotion that each person has to develop in order to enter into meditation.
It is a lot easier to prove that you don't love someone than it is to prove that you do, but one of the best 'proofs' I know is the desire to devote time to the person with no expectation of any sort of compensation, including gratitude, in return.
I never want to love someone like that, so much that there would be no room left for myself, so much that I wouldn't be able to survive if he left me.
I've decided that it's possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back.
Even if we love someone very much, at times it happens that we forget about it.
Everyone should have the right to marry. To make a commitment to love someone forever is a beautiful thing.
Love is a true unconditional space to me. To love someone or to be loved is to be seen, and I think, gosh, as humans, all we want is to be seen, to be heard, right? To be valued. To be respected. But mostly just to be held in a safe, unconditional space.
Jealousy doesn't show how much you love someone, it shows how insecure you are.
You can love someone with all your heart for all the right reasons, and in a moment they can choose to walk away. love 'em anyway.
When you love someone, you want that person to know that she's is your everything.
If you really love someone, you shouldn't have to work at it, you finish each others' sentences and have the same sense of humor.
The more time went by, the more something just happened, an Oh my god - I want to love someone freely and walk down the street and hold my girlfriend's hand.
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