Quotes in category: “Love - Misc”:

So you know what I mean when I say that I don't think anyone who falls in love has a choice. You're just pulled to that person like a true north, whether it's good for you or bound to break your heart. 

‘I loved her.’ he gazed back, his face as empty as a rubber mask. ‘You know what that’s like?’ He shook his head. ‘It’s like knowing all the answers on a test the minute you sit down at your desk. It’s like knowing everything’s going to be okay for the rest of your life. You’re going to ace. You’re going to be fine. You’ll walk around forever, feeling relieved, because you won.

You have to find something. Something that anchors you, something that keeps you looking forward. Even on the bad days, the days when you’re tempted to look back.

I think we’re just going to have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that.

And I've always lived like this keeping a comfortable distance.And up until now I sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness. Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

A healthy relationship keeps the doors and windows wide open. Plenty of air is circulating and no one feels trapped. Relationships thrive in this environment. Keep your doors and windows open. If the person is meant to be in your life, all the open doors and windows in the world, will not make them leave. Trust that truth.

All love shifts and changes. I don’t know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time. 

It may have just been a moment to you, but it changed every single one that followed for me. 

To put it another way, people are people and people fall in love with people. Some people have a narrow spectrum of who fits into their scope of potential mates and some people have a wider scope of possibilities. Again, it comes back to this: 'There is no accounting for attraction.' This is proven every time someone who fits into a category outside your usual scope of attraction (whether it be the gender, the hair color or the fact that he'd rather play football then read a book) knocks your socks off and you know he or she is not your 'type,' yet you can't stay away. In these situations, there is no need to fret. Just repeat after me: "I'm OK .' 'There's no accounting for attraction.' That's really the bottom line. You're going to feel whatever you are going to feel, and you can't place a judgement on it of good or bad or right or wrong or normal or weird. They're feelings. We don't have any control over them. So, feel whatever you feel, and then make thoughtful choices about what you do. The doing is the part you can control.

Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it's the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that, you learn better. But, most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved - a piece no future lover could ever get, no mater what. That piece holds innocence - the belief that love really can last forever. It holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss you’ll never forget and that night under the stars you can never get back. It holds youth and everything you thought love would be. Everything that was proven wrong.

A high school boyfriend isn't a husband; he's an obstacle.

It takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well. 

You can ask the universe for all the signs you want, but ultimately, we see what we want to see when we're ready to see it.

I learned very early in life that I was always going to need people a little more than they needed me.

The things that people in love do to each other they remember, and if they stay together it's not because they forget, it's because they forgive.

You can’t force love, I realized. It’s there or it isn’t. If it’s not there,  you’ve got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you’ve got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.

Don’t let go too soon. But don’t hang on too long.

It's kind of like he's one of those songs that goes around and around in your head, and you just can't get it out.

It is a risk to love. What if it doesn't work out? Ah, but what if it does? 

To those who have given up on love, I say, 'trust life a little bit.' 

Out of nowhere she told me when she grew up she wanted to marry me. I said, 'Why me?' And she looked up at me and said, 'because, you are my anyway friend.'  At the time I didn’t know what that meant, so she had to explain to me that an anyway friend is the one person in your life who that no matter what they say or do, no matter what they’ve been through with you, they love you anyway.

Sometimes we have to stay away from the things we love, and learn to appreciate the things we need. 

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.

We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It's easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven't even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you'll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there's still one more tier to all this; there is always one person who you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they're often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.