What you are is a fucking tragedy, Simon Snow. You literally couldn't be a bigger mess.He tries to kiss me, but I pull back- And you like that?I love it. He saysWhy?Because we match.

I would lay down everything I possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn't love, it's the best I have.

That's when you know for sure somebody loves you. They figure out what you need and they give it to you -- without you asking.

I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him.

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. Cather... Back up to his eyes.You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

They were within twenty yards of each other, and so abrupt was his appearance, that it was impossible to avoid his sight. Their eyes instantly met, and the cheeks of each were overspread with the deepest blush. He absolutely started, and for a moment seemed immoveable from surprise; but shortly recovering himself, advanced towards the party, and spoke to Elizabeth, if not in terms of perfect composure, at least of perfect civility.

I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.

But love, I've come to understand, is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day.

I have named you queen.There are taller than you, taller.There are purer than you, purer.There are lovelier than you, lovelier.But you are the queen.When you go through the streetsNo one recognizes you.No one sees your crystal crown, no one looksAt the carpet of red goldThat you tread as you pass,The nonexistent carpet.And when you appearAll the rivers soundIn my body, bellsShake the sky,And a hymn fills the world.Only you and I,Only you and I, my love,Listen to it.

Relationships are all about trust and equality. If one person shares, then the other person should share, too.

Physical love is unthinkable without violence.

The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.

You see an awful lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy.

The average man is more interested in a woman who is interested in him than he is in a woman with beautiful legs.

Never confuse I love you with I want to marry you.

Romance, like alcohol, should be enjoyed but must not be allowed to become necessary.

Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us. But there is a spurious sentiment which cannot resist the unexpected and the incongruous and the grotesque.

Why one man rather than another? It was odd. You find yourself involved with a fellow for life just because he was the one you met when you were nineteen.

Romance dies hard, because its very nature is to want to live.