Love Is For The Weak Novels & Stories

"You can offer fear. Control. Tyranny. We have seen it before, Damon. We have fought it before. We are still here." "And yet your people are listening." Damon's smile widened, triumphant. "Because deep down, they know I am right. Love is weakness. Power is strength. It has always been that way. It will always be that way." "No." Lena's voice was quiet but carried through the crowd. "Love is the only strength that matters. It is why we are still here, still fighting, still together after everything. Your power leaves nothing behind but ash and bones. Our love builds futures."

“Alright, Ryder. Time to go play hero.” And yeah, love is definitely for the weak.

I can't believe he was trying to make me see that I love Grace, I don't fucking love her, I just want her Her body Love is for the weak

I said, and he nodded in understanding. “So, you see love as a weakness?” He asked, and I shook my head. “I don’t, I was never allowed to fall in love to judge. But it is the way that it can be seen in our world. Love can be the weakness that we are told against, and you know, after hearing that lie for a long time, you just find yourself believing it. You don’t want to give it a shot because if you break one’s heart and they do weaken, you would be the one to blame. I didn’t want to be put in those shoes.” I said, and he raised an eyebrow.

The thought of saying them twisted my heart painfully. “Well?” she raised penciled-in eyebrows. “I thought as much. You fear weakness because you never want to feel it again, and that’s why you can’t commit. Love makes you weak, Brenda. It makes you weak and it makes you strong at the same time. But the strongest love is the one you accept and embrace. Fight it and you’re destined for weakness.” My eyes burned with tears, and I swallowed hard. “I know,” I whispered. “I know.”

That was never going to happen since you don't teach your heart who to love as well. "Are you happy about that?" "Yes Kim, Cameron is going to be my wife so isn't it a good thing if she loves me" "What about you? Do you love her?" "You already know that I don't believe in that sappy word love" "Love is not sappy, love is beautiful and kind, when you are in love you are meant to be happy and not bitter" "Love makes one weak and I am not weak, if I had being in love my enemies would have used it against me and tried to kill me"

Well he might not love her but he still slept with her, I mean I think he did. I was satisfied that there was no hope of them rekindling their love but that greedy part of me wanted more. “You speak like that’s impossible for you.” “It is.” “What do you mean?” He looked away, like he was gathering words. “I don’t do….that, love. I don’t know how to, don’t know it works and I’ve never really been interested in it.” I leaned closer to him, my head racing. “Why not?” “Because love makes you weak. Loving someone is like a weakness and having a weakness is having a way to be killed.”

Not to show any ounce of weakness by falling in love. “Women are supposed to be the dictators of their lives and their love life. A woman should never show weakness to a man and should carry herself like the queen she is. Love is for the weak. Men should beg for your attention and your time.” My mother made sure we remember these words and never forget them. My mom taught me and my sister that falling in love was for the weak and the last thing you’d want to be is weak.

"Love is the greatest weakness of a man." Is it?. Nicodemus thought. Just a day's meeting with his mate changed everything he believed in over the centuries. All his life he believed love was a weakness. A weakness that killed his parents,that killed his Gamma,that killed most of the people he loved. But is it not the same love that made so many people so strong,strong enough to survive death and keep their loved ones safe. Arthur for example should have died the night he took Bella. The lady Arthur loved. Yet he survived and kept her safe.

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.