Top In Love Quotes

Being deeply, passionately, and intensely in love is being deeply, passionately, and intensely in life.

Reading is only a pretext for our bodies to stick together, like a sculpture, fused in a way that when trying to separate one from other, or the work remains intact or is completely lost

Like freshly cut roses, I place life in a vase... of love.

You’re right. A wicked little grin tugged at his lips. I think we should celebrate. Pausing, he waggled his brows at me. We have fifty minutes now. I only need, like, five of them.Oh my God, I laughed...

The only path wide for us all is love.

You were like reading a good novel. The kind were you wanted to turn every page, & never put it down... And absorb every second. But for whatever reason, that novel isn't there for me to read, & so, i...

I looked into your eyes and was captivated by the chaos that ran through you. I wish you hadn't said all the things I wanted to hear!

Tell me where the swans go in the winterI need to know if the mute ones can sing.Tell me why stars fall from the skyI need to know if it is luck they bring.Tell me why feathers land near youI need to...

A heart in love is a thriller book of many stories

I have no use for these other loves.Seal them shut in jarsand place them in the pantry. A reserve of love.Thank them for their love.They are so kind.Perhaps store them in the fridgeFor others to take....

Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?''Always,' Carol said, smiling, too.

It is difficult to love someone who loves you, but easy to hate someone who loves you, and love someone who hates you.

I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like...

You're not beautiful, you're breathtaking.

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

And there's you. You're just beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful, like nature. You have the trinity of beauty: a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind, and a beautiful soul.

Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed awaythe poems I chalked on the groundand drowned all my beliefs.Now, I only scribble your name and believe in yo...

She was a coquette; he was sure she had a spirit of her own; but in her bright, sweet, superficial little visage there was no mockery, no irony. Before long it became obvious that she was much dispose...