Love Doctor Quotes Novels & Stories

“But what do I say? I have been so mean to him and he did nothing to deserve it. I blamed him for years of pain and it wasn’t his fault. I don’t think I know what to say.” “Why don’t you keep it simple? Just say, ‘I love you and only you’ and make it sincere.” "That seems too simple, Sib. Do you really think it will work?” “Sure it will. Why, that’s what Cleopatra said to Mark Anthony and it worked for her.” Arabella squinted her eyes at Sybil for a moment, trying to decide if the Loreli was pulling her leg. Sybil looked innocently back at her. Arabella shook her head and let Sybil’s last sentence go.

She could hear the shallowness of her breath as it stole prematurely from her lungs. "...I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is..." His eyes never left Ashlyn's as he recited the rest of the quote from memory. His gaze was piercing, his voice hypnotizing. With parted lips, she swallowed.

He shook his head, trying to concentrate. “Are you getting insecure?” Theodore asked, smelling her hair. “I don’t know. Maybe.” Liara responded, shrugging her shoulder. “Let’s go.” “You don’t have to get insecure, Lia,” Theodore said, holding her wrist when she took a step to leave. “My precious little mate had told me once. ‘When you love someone, you love them in all situations and in every look, and when you don’t love someone, even if they turned out to be the most beautiful thing in the world, you can’t love them.”

“I wasn’t going to put it in food.” “You say that now, but love makes people dumb. I once watched a guy propose using a cursed necklace, and she accepted while possessed. Love is chaos.” “Duly noted. No cursed objects. No soufflé.” “No sky either. Or flash mobs. Or—God help me—matching outfits.” I blinked. “Who do you think I am?” Victor pointed a wrench at me. “A man in love. Which is dangerous. Makes you think choreographed dancing is romantic.”

Then he added, “And they’re going to wish they hadn’t.” “Ohhhh, that's one of the classic lines in every werewolf romance or Mafia romance story I've read! Or any other fictional book!" Lora squeaked in my head, “This is one of the many reasons I love our mate.” Lora said, voice dripping with honey and something I don't even want to think about.

"You are doing something for my son that I will never in my life be able to repay, and I treated you like an inconvenience, and I am so sorry." Lorenzo looked at me. In the amber light of that dim room, with the roughness of the anaesthetic still in his voice and the dressing white against his arm, he looked at me without any of the usual layers of composure he kept so carefully arranged, and what was underneath was something so unguarded that it made my chest ache. "I love you," he said. Plainly. No preamble, no qualification. "I have been trying to find a version of that sentence that was less alarming to say out loud, and I have not succeeded, so there it is."

I replied. The doctor reassured me, “The little tingling is kind of like falling in love.” That was one way to put it. Love felt like getting shocked? Still feeling nervous, I asked him, “Dr. Lawrence, did you feel the same sensation when you started dating your wife?” “Not everyone feels it, but you’re lucky if you do.” He then placed the magnetic patches on my forehead, temples, and around my eyes. “Love is like a UFO. People see something strange in the sky and think it’s aliens. But most of the time, it’s just a kite or something ordinary.”

"You see me fighting for other people, why would I not fight for you? I love you!" Nora wordlessly turned away from him. "I told you I loved you back at the private house, and then you came back to the office, and fucked another man! Fuck!" "Because I needed to leave! I needed to escape!" "Do you love yourself?" The Doctor asked in a small voice, but it arrested their attention. "Do you, Miss Nora?" "What's there to love?" She laughed. "How could I love myself? I'm filthy!" "If you don't love yourself, you will always sabotage the love other people have for you, just because you think you don't deserve it." The Doctor said.

[Do I smell good to you, my sweet mate? “Sol, et omnia sidera, et movens in corde, et in tuo.” [The love that moves the sun and all the stars, and moves in my heart, and in yours.] Caspian laughed, shaking his head. “You dare quote me Dante’s Inferno?” Shrugging, I took his face in my hands, pulling him down. “A teacher once moved me enough to find meaning in his words.” “Must have been a very good teacher.”

A quote, scrawled in his elegant hand: “To love is to recognize yourself in another.” I stared at it, my fingers brushing the paper like it was something fragile.