Love

But Hyacinth Bridgerton, who at ten should have known the least about kisses of anyone, just blinked thoughtfully, and said, ' I think it's nice. If they're laughing now, they'll probably be laughing forever.

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second.But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

He was a boy, she was a girlCan I make it any more obviousHe was a punk, and she did ballet,What more can I sayHe wanted her,she wouldn't tell, but secretly she wanted him as well,All of her friends stuck up their nose,They didn't like his baggy clothesHe was a sk8er boi, she said see you later boy,he wasn't good enough for her.

Fight for the only thing she knew was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything... Love.

I want a man who watches me walk away.

If you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it.

Jack and Jill slept, wrapped in each other's arms, untroubled by any dream in their cocoon of freshly discovered wrinkly passion.

It is no shame to have your heart broken –it is only possible because you dared to lovethe hardest.

A heart can be shared.Who decided that a 'broken heart' was a bad thing?

Stories aren't facts, Cait, they're not details. Stories are feelings. You've got your feelings, haven't you?'Too many,' I said.'Well, that's all you need.' He put his hand on mine. 'Cry yourself a story, love. It works. Believe me.'So that's what I did, I cried myself a story.And this is it.

I think you learn more about yourself in the context of a relationship than you can outside of it.

You only have one heart, but it can love the whole world and still have room to grow kindness in its deepest chamber.

Happy are you who love for you are loved by God! Alleluia! Amen!

You really love her don't you,' she said.With all my heart.'She looked as sad as I'd ever seen her.What's your heart telling you to do?'I don't know.'Maybe', she said gently,'You're trying to hard to hear it.

Slowly, Anna put up a hand to his muzzle and began to scratch that spot behind the ear where large dogs keep their souls.

I love you beyond paint, beyond melodies, beyond words. And I hope you will always feel that, even when I'm not around to tell you so.

If loving comes easy, nothing else seems hard.

Life is all about love. Everything — hate, lust, money, power, death, birth — it all stems from love. If life were put in a giant pot and boiled like a piece of chicken, all the fat would melt away, and what you’d be left with is love.

In the morning, that moment, when I knew it was you. When I could feel you breathing and we opened our eyes at the exact same time.

Slade and sex went together. He was a walking aphrodisiac, from the top of his head, to the black boots on his feet.