Unexpected Quotes About Love Novels & Stories

Jack asked after swallowing the pill without using water. "You won't love someone else if you love the first one. Pure love will not be shaken even if a thousand women seduce you. Even if the person you love is at the lowest point of her life, you won't turn away from her," Aunt Mary replied while observing Jack's expression. "So I don't really love Claire?" he muttered. "Sometimes, people mistake lust and obsession for love. Love doesn't make you passionate and demanding. Especially to the point of making you snatch her from her partner. That's not love. That's obsession. No love is destructive."

Definitely not an option. “You know, you’re actually good at this. You should be a life coach. You’ve got talent.” I teased as I playfully nudged Liam’s elbow. “Talent? I don’t think so. I feel like it comes to you naturally when most of the love you give out is never requited. But as they say, ‘Unrequited love is only complete when it never happens.’ “ “Let me guess, you’re always the second option?” “Kind of.”

Dante scolded "No I didn't even think of my question I just blurted it out" "People like me who have the blood of so many people don't smile and if you ever find out one of my dark secrets then you'll be against me smiling" "Why don't you try opening up for real.. why don't you try giving yourself a chance at love I promise it's a wonderful feeling and when you eventually do fall in love you wouldn't be ready to ever let go of the hand you love" "Love! You've loved a man and where has that ever gotten you?"

(TRAPPED) “Romantic love is mental illness. But it’s a pleasurable one.” – Fran Lebowitz “YOU DID WHAT?” Clay almost gasped, closing his eyes and too late to cover his ears for the shriek that he never knew a trio of men could do, from his initial thoughts that only girls would jitter for something in between.

The one that had caught her attention from the very beginning. “If either of us says ‘I love you,’” he read slowly, each word careful and deliberate, “the contract terminates automatically. No negotiation. No exceptions. No take-backs.” “I need to understand why,” she said. “Really understand.” He set down the contract. Leaned back in his chair. For a long moment, he was quiet. “Love changes things,” he finally said. “It creates obligations that contracts can’t define. Expectations that rules can’t capture. When you love someone, you start to need them in ways that can become… dangerous.”

he laughed out loud then continued, “ I can see the flame of love blazing in your eyes. So, my candid advice is that you tender a sincere apology to her and if you truly like her, go for her and also help her to prove her Innocence.” George Powers stared at the serious looks of his friend while he was talking then he began to see things from his point of view even though he couldn’t call what he was feeling “love”, at least the butterflies that he feels in his stomach, was enough to be termed “love”.

“And if I refuse to answer your questions that deserve explanations, it would seem I disliked your requirements. And it would seem the act of ignoring a strange love from a strange lover… but I would feel so good to lean against you and feel your strength. So good to feel your arms close around me and know that for these few moments I am safe. I almost feel as if I could stay here with you forever. But I suspect the love of men in a party; it starts in good and ends in fiasco.” “Vivian,” John began. “A strange love from a strange lover should not be instantly rejected and neither would the request of the one who offered the love be rushed at. Love is a delicate thing, meant to be nurtured, a

he laments. I sneak into my wristwatch. I look at it. Time seems to be messing with me. It hasn't been more than five minutes since Penelope started filling me up looking for answers. I almost moan with frustration when I notice that it is so long before my day comes to an end. "It's strange, but it makes sense," says my friend, hitting her nails lightly on the table. "Getting in love can be compared to a lot of manure, because it only ends in shit. The motto is not to fall in love, guys. Follow that and be happy.”

"It makes people do stupid, unimaginable things—things they wouldn’t normally do." "But isn’t that okay? If it’s in a good way?" I countered. He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "It always turns bad, eventually." I frowned. "You sound like you speak from experience." "Maybe," he said, tilting his head slightly. Then he leaned in, his eyes glinting under the dim bar light. "You see, love is like a cigarette." I blinked, caught off guard by the analogy. "What?"

Faces turn at our direction to the noise being summoned. “Three months!” he emphasizes, his eyes getting rounder, ignoring the growing attention we’ve been getting, “Imagine that! It’s crazy! Irrational and emotionally exaggerated, don’t you think?” I shook my head back and took my time to let my laughter die down before I gulp a big portion of my drink. “Well, that’s the thing about love. You do things you don’t expect you’d do when it comes to it.”