1,572 Quotes About True-love

The Soul bird sang:"My beloved Jay, Look into my eyes. Look deeply, and you will remember hope.You will remember the power of your mind,The great power, big as the sky, that makes all things possible. Look straight into my eyes.I can restore to you the hope you've lost.I can enable restore to you the hope you've lost. I can enable you to meet your infinite, eternal min. That is what I can do for you.I am your soul.I, who restore your lost hope, am your soul.

To be alone was my best interest because needing myself was looking for you

You are my oath now, Maia Tamarin. And you'll never be free of me.

Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.

I didn't just love him…I needed him. Not in some desperate "you complete me" sort of way. No, Vincent didn’t make me whole. He improved me. Something about him—something I didn't understand—had a way of amplifying the good in my nature while muting the bad. He was a catalyst for my soul. I didn't need him in order to exist...I needed him in order to be a better me.

While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn’t sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn’t such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.

You feel more like home to me than any place I've ever been.

Oh, what nonsense! It's rather the other way around: you can be happy with someone only when you're capable of being happy by yourself.

Well then, those folks are judgmental assholes,” Liv spat. “You’re more than a fucking label, Z. You’re an amazing chef, a mediocre bassist, and you’ve got this dorky way of scratching the back of your head whenever you talk about anything personal, which isn’t often, but holy hell is it cute. I know you way better than any of those folks casting stones do, and I adore everything you are, Zane Parata.