Love And Romance Quotes

“Sometimes you want to say, “I love you, but…”
Yet the “but” takes away the ‘I love you’. In love their are no ‘buts’ or ‘if’s’ or ‘when’. It’s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It’s the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart…eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death.

To say “I love you, but….” is to say, “I did not love you at all”.

I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.”
― Jamie Weise

“No," he says quietly. "In every universe, it's you for me. Even if it's not me for you.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“She loved him. But he didn’t know how to love.
He could talk about love. He could see love and feel love. But he couldn’t give love.
He could make love. But he couldn’t make promises.
She had desperately wanted his promises.
She wanted his heart, knew she couldn’t have it so she took what she could get.
Temporary bliss. Passionate highs and lows. Withdrawal and manipulation.
He only stayed long enough to take what he needed and keep moving.
If he stopped moving, he would self-destruct.
If he stopped wandering, he would have to face himself.
He chose to stay in the dark where he couldn’t see.
If he exposed himself and the sun came out, he’d see his shadow.
He was deathly afraid of his shadow.
She saw his shadow, loved it, understood it. Saw potential in it.
She thought her love would change him.
He pushed and he pulled, tested boundaries, thinking she would never leave.
He knew he was hurting her, but didn’t know how to share anything but pain.
He was only comfortable in chaos. Claiming souls before they could claim him.
Her love, her body, she had given to him and he’d taken with such feigned sincerity, absorbing every drop of her.
His dark heart concealed.
She’d let him enter her spirit and stroke her soul where everything is love and sensation and surrender.
Wide open, exposed to deception.
It had never occurred to her that this desire was not love.
It was blinding the way she wanted him.
She couldn’t see what was really happening, only what she wanted to happen.
She suspected that he would always seek to minimize the risk of being split open, his secrets revealed.
He valued his soul’s privacy far more than he valued the intimacy of sincere connection so he kept his distance at any and all costs.
Intimacy would lead to his undoing—in his mind, an irrational and indulgent mistake.
When she discovered his indiscretions, she threw love in his face and beat him with it.
Somewhere deep down, in her labyrinth, her intricacy, the darkest part of her soul, she relished the mayhem.
She felt a sense of privilege for having such passion in her life.
He stirred her core.
The place she dared not enter.
The place she could not stir for herself.
But something wasn’t right.
His eyes were cold and dark.
His energy, unaffected.
He laughed at her and her antics, told her she was a mess.
Frantic, she looked for love hiding in his eyes, in his face, in his stance, and she found nothing but disdain.
And her heart stopped.”
― G.G. Renee Hill, The Beautiful Disruption

“He brought out the worst in me, and was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
― Coco J. Ginger

“....finally I see that it’s never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed along
when something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game...”
― Coco J. Ginger

“I HOLD

If I could have had
him,
I could have let
him
go.

But without
the having
there was
nothing—
so to the nothing
I
hold.”
― Coco J. Ginger

“But you’re right about one thing: he’s my best friend. I know him very well, and no matter what he said or did tonight, I’ve never seen him act this way with another girl. No one,” he repeated, “except you.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Inside your soul is the ability to survive even the toughest storms, and that paradise can always be found--even in the middle of a hurricane--if you are willing to look.”
― Denise Hildreth

“I love everything about you. And I’ve felt that way for such a long time that it could last forever.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“I’d do anything for her if she really wanted me to. I would even walk away from the chance of a lifetime if she asked me to... and I could even be happy about it.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“And you have to believe me when I tell you that no one could ever be as beautiful as you are at this very moment, because I could never want anyone more than I want you right now.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“As the sun rules the day and the moon governs the night, so too, we are connected by: the air that we breathe, light that we see and the darkness that follows. Life is too short to waste it on disagreements. Surely, we can all agree to disagree. So let us find a common ground, form a union and spread joy, happiness and freedom around the world for the benefit of you, me and the future generations to come. ”
― Raymond Beresford Hamilton, Identity Assumption

“But how can I let him just walk away with a smile on my face and a slap on his back when every cell in my body is tied painfully to him, and I can’t breathe when I think of him being away from me?!”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you at the Pigafetta Stadium.” He kept his distance because he wanted her too much. “And ever since that day, I knew that you were in love with another guy, and that he would sooner or later feel the same way I did.” Cutting ties with her was excruciatingly painful. “I just hoped that he would be stupid enough to let me have you,” he gasped. “But he wasn’t.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“He could no longer pretend not to have been brought to his knees by her blows, and he could no longer avoid the sentiments that his heart forced him to feel.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Are you scared of me now?” She wanted the truth.
“More than ever.” He had lowered his guard, putting himself at her mercy, because running away had only served to make him understand that he could never run away from who he was.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Imparare a conoscersi presuppone inevitabili confronti e scontri per ritrovarsi a metà strada, là dove la libertà di ciascuno si esaurisce in quella dell’altro.”
― Llàrjme, Soccer Sweetheart

“Marika was a huge book nerd, a sucker for YA, and had a TBR pile taller than her.”
― Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart

“Someone told me "I want to go to your hometown.
Someday I will go there, and I will smile till the time I will stay there, and be happy because it is your home town. I am going to see you in every wall, in every street, in every glass, in every person, in every wave of the sea and smile.”
― Avijeet Das

“The right partner only exists in alignment to God’s sensual plan of fulfillment for your life, not according to your hypergamous standards or feminine logic.”
― Lebo Grand

“They say that love has never been immortal. That it is only the songs, books, and movies which instill this thought in our mind. But tell me then why does my heart yearn to just have a glimpse of you every moment of my life? Why do I see you in every sunrise? Why do I see you in every sunset? Why do I think of you when I walk down the lane of my apartment? Why do I imagine you sitting beside me while riding my bike? Why do I inhale your fragrance around me in my days and in my nights? Why do I keep missing you? Why do I feel restless untill I have spoken to you? Why do I keep thinking about you every night lying there in my bed? Why do I feel incomplete without you in my life? Why do all my memories smell of you?”
― Avijeet Das

“Never forgotten

Never forgotten, not even for a while,
That laughter, that holding hands and that sudden smile,

Out to face the reality of a Sunny day,
With you it just seemed a lovely and a beautiful day,

As the day advanced and we walked unto a far away land,
Away from the town, away from every occupying bustle, feeling the touch of your hand,

I looked at you and then at our shadows,
Frolicking and walking past the happy meadows,

Then at the top of a hill as we rested,
I realised with you life’s every moment is so well spent and nothing is wasted,

As we watched the Sun set behind those ebbing and rising sequences of peaks,
We stood silent as we heard the voice of our hearts and we understood how love speaks,

Just like the Sun, silently perishing behind those mountains and hills,
It was then I realised Irma that your presence like this Sun, my landscape of life fills,

With brightness, with joys, with your beautiful memories,
Today, I remember the last kiss and I tell my still beating heart our love stories,

You holding my hand, the sky, the mountains, the hills and the Sun,
I still go the top of the hill, the sun still sets, the meadows look the same, but beside me there is no hand to hold. None,

And the horizon turns blood red seeing me there thinking of you,
Your hand, your smile, your kiss, everything else and you,

Then when the horizon turns dark and night falls,
I get up, take a long look at the once red sky and I ignore my heart’s calls,

I walk away, back to the town, to the bustle, to the place that was familiar but now appears unknown,
And I wait for the night to pass, so that I return again to the hill, to the meadow, to the setting sun, and once again feel the sensation of the only place that seems known,

To the old echoes of our heart beats, to the hand, to the surroundings, to everything,
It is this feeling of love, your memories, that for now is my world, my everything,

And whenever I am here Irma I feel certain you shall hold my hand someday,
And I hope the Sun, the mountains, the hills and the meadows last till that day!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“With her!

Today and at the moment right now,
But soon, nowhere and no more now,
That is how she loves me,
Always now, but in a moment nowhere to be,
Today dreaming about yesterday,
Where tomorrow is never meant to be today,
An un-ending streak of yesterdays and todays,
Where she is nothing more than the memory of the bygone days,
And how the memories flashback in every passing moment,
Reminding me of her and her seductive scent,
As she flashes before my eyes,
I curse my helplessness because I cannot hold her despite my million tries,
Then something within me cries and slowly dies,
And in this permanent visual fixation now my heart lies!”
― Javid Ahmad Tak, They Loved in 2075!

“When the person you prayed for becomes the person you pray with.”
― Ronette Johnson, A Husband and Wife's Love Letter to God: How Pleasing God in Your Marriage Expresses Your Faith and Love to God

“He prayed for her, she prayed for him, and God answered them both in His divine timing.”
― Ronette Johnson, A Husband and Wife's Love Letter to God: How Pleasing God in Your Marriage Expresses Your Faith and Love to God

“A couple can grow together when it's God who planted them together.”
― Ronette Johnson, A Husband and Wife's Love Letter to God: How Pleasing God in Your Marriage Expresses Your Faith and Love to God

“We deserve love partners who make us fall on the floor, all because we're weak at the knees, laughing our stomachs off with delight.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“Love without responsibilities is murder.
Love without boundaries is relentless chaos.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“I love you
because you make me feel things
that I have never felt before.
You erase my pain
and you bring me so much gain.
You embrace me
and hide me
in your well built manly body.
You make me
want to never look at other bodies.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“I love how you cut your hair.
I love to feel your love in the air.
The texture of your hair,
so beautiful, so artistic.
Your beautiful smile,
so amazing;
it reminds me of hiding places.
You walk like you own the world;
at least, I assure you that you own mine;
and you own the rest of my words.”
― Mitta Xinindlu