Love Quotes Virginia Woolf Novels & Stories

“Charlotte, I did it because I love you so much. I don't want the woman I love to be like a wilted flower that hasn't been watered all day." "I love you so much, Gabriel. You make my life brighter." Seeing the moment of intimacy between lovers from a distance, Violet's tears of joy flowed down her eyelids, and Alfred was amazed at her. They even felt their moment turned the whole room into a mosquito repellent. "Those who express their feelings for each other, why are you the one crying?" Alfred asked, confused. "I don't know why I suddenly feel happy with them, don't you feel it at all?"

He cleared his throat, reconsidered clearing it, and then went ahead. “My sister,” he said, “is proof that God loves a comeback.” Laughter. Murmurs. A few soft “amens.” Rory’s voice grew steady. “She taught me that love is not a lottery ticket. It’s a garden. You don’t win it—you tend it. And when frost takes it, you curse the sky, you brew some chicory, and you start again in spring.” He looked toward Ava, who looked up at the tent ceiling because it was easier than looking at the people who loved her or the man who might.

"Love is not blind - it see's more, not less. But because it see's more, it is willing to see less." ~ Julins Gordon. - "Kyra adores lilies, she absolutely distastes roses-" Lucia chuckled. "She says they are so cliché and overrated." Lucia remembered because Khristian had once bought Kyra roses which she threw back at him harshly.

I poured a glass of wine and sank into the chair by the window, the city quiet beneath me. I thought about love. Real love. The kind that doesn’t consume, that doesn’t demand surrender, that doesn’t define your worth. I had known such love once, in a form I could not keep. But I had survived it. I had learned from it. And I had been free from it—not because it was taken, but because I refused to let it define me. The doorbell rang. Unexpected. I opened it to find a small bouquet of white lilies. No note. No name. Only the simple, silent elegance of intention.

At the top, I typed: **THE ART OF LIVING** *How One Woman's Sacrifice Created a Ripple Effect of Love* By Ava Moretti Rossi *Foreword by Lily Rossi (written thirty years before her death)* I copied Lily's letter word for word, then began writing underneath it: *My mother wrote those words knowing she would never see them published. She wrote them knowing I would read them decades after her death. And she wrote them knowing that you – whoever you are, wherever you are – would read them and understand.* *Love multiplies.* *Not sometimes. Not if you're lucky. Always.*

her. Rowan gave a soft, humorless chuckle, like he could sense my thoughts. "I know what you’re thinking," he said. "But love doesn’t always make sense, Claire. Sometimes it’s quiet, like a slow burn. Sometimes it’s wild, something that sweeps you up before you even realize it’s happening. And sometimes..." His lips pressed together, as if debating his own words. "Sometimes, love is simply finding someone who makes the loneliness disappear, even just for a little while."

I kept my voice firm. "In love, there is." She added, determined. "Love is most overused concept in life." A humourless laugh escaped from my lips. "Why are you so against love?" Her temper flared. That remark earned her a chilling look. "Have you ever been in love?" I questioned her. "I..." She appeared nervous. It's a horrible feeling. It makes you so vulnerable. " I closed my eyes, remembering the quote she once recited to me by Neil Gaiman. I thought about all the times we spent together.

I was… awed. Virginia had only ten minutes ago lost her dad, watched him get beheaded right before her eyes, and here she was, the Luna she is, comforting another over losing their parent. She is amazing. Fucking unbelievably incredible. I didn’t know what else I could say; Virginia was the most amazing, loving and selfless woman I had ever set eyes on and I don’t think I would ever be able to compare the love for Bethany to her. It was completely different. ~*~

"I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life." ~Ian McEwan, Atonement The next week followed with Rogue not going back to the subject of Lorenzo and I hate that my mind kept taking me back there, but I couldn't help it. I didn't know if Rogue thought about what the warden told him a week ago all the while he went to work and attend all those conference meetings, but I did. And I didn't mean to take matters that weren't my concern up but I couldn't stop.

| Epigraph | His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her...He's probably forgotten that I'm here, beside him. *throws cream buns to all my readers* <<< This book is dedicated to those who think they don't deserve the one they love >>> Here you go! | When We Met | "Love is like a wind. You can never see it, but you can always feel it." Birds were chirping, the skies were all clear except for kites. A soft breeze splattered over trees which reverberated with pleasure. It was the spring season, perfect for every girl and boy, man and woman.