Bianca: You know, there’s a difference between like and love. I like my Skechers but I love my Prada backpack.
Chastity: But I love my Skechers.
Bianca: That’s because you don’t have a Prada backpack.
As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
C.S. Lewis: Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers any more. Only the life I have lived. Twice in that life I’ve been given the choice: as a boy and as a man. The boy chose safety, the man chooses suffering. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That’s the deal.
Harry Morgan: Remember this forever, you are my son, you are not alone, and you are loved.
“I’ll tell you,” said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper, “what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter – as I did!”
…she would have derived only pain, and no pleasure, from giving me pain; she would far rather have wounded her own breast than mine.
Mattie was in love with Daniel, of course; this was the X within the circle on her map: I love Daniel.
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Absence is to love as wind to fire; it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.
Debbie: It’s not about who you love, it’s how you love. Genitalia is just God’s way of accessorizing.
Buffy: I spend all my time in the dark here anyway, it’s not like I’d be at a game you know, with my friends where someone could see me in my new monster part.
Angel: Hey…I won’t let anything happen to you if I can help it, and no matter what I’ll love you even if you’re covered with slime.
Buffy: I liked everything until that part.
Dani: I love you, Court.
Court: Don’t! Don’t love me now. When things are so mixed up.
Harry Palmer: Why didn’t you tell me I was in love with you?
Scarlett: I only know that I love you.
Rhett Butler: That’s your misfortune.
Ally: It doesn’t matter that I’m not in a relationship with anybody. Sometimes I feel like I’m being unfaithful to love itself.
Dana: How much do you love me?
Dan: I want to grow a goatee.
Dana: Very, very bad idea. How much do you love me?
Dan: I think it would look good.
Dana: I think you would look like Colonel Sanders. How much do you love me?
Dan: A little less than I did before the Colonel Sanders thing.
Sonja: Sex without love is an empty experience.
Boris: Yes, but as empty experiences go, it’s one of the best.
Any time not spent in love is wasted.
Dug: My name is Dug, I have just met you and I love you!
Nothing—so it seems to me…is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life. … The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of—of things longer.
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
Rick Blaine: We’ll always have Paris. We didn’t have Paris, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
Ilsa Lund: When I said I would never leave you…
Rick Blaine: And you never will. But I got a job to do too. Where I’m going you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of. Ilsa, I’m no good at being noble but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that. Now, now…Here’s looking at you, kid.
To me, fair Friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed
I am greatly pleased with your account of Fanny; I found her in the summer just what you describe, almost another sister; and could not have supposed that a niece would ever have been so much to me. She is quite after one’s own heart; give her my best love, and tell her that I always think of her with pleasure.
Mal: It ain’t all buttons and charts, little albatross. You know what the first rule of flyin’ is? Well, I suppose you do, since you already know what I’m about to say.
River: I do. But I like to hear you say it.
Mal: Love. You can know all the math in the ‘verse, but you take a boat in the air you don’t love, she’ll shake you off just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughtta fall down… tells ya she’s hurtin’ ‘fore she keens… makes her a home.
River: Storm’s getting worse.
Mal: We’ll pass through it soon enough.
There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.
Blane: You said you couldn’t be with someone who didn’t believe in you. Well, I believed in you. I just didn’t believe in me. I love you… always.
I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love,
My heart is breaking, and my eyes are dim,
And I am all aweary of my life.
A Platonic friendship is perhaps only possible when one or other of the Platonists is in love with a third person.
Whatever you do, crush the infamous thing, and love those who love you.
He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.
Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
Jason: Slow painful death by disease… or watching the love of your life die a slow painful death by disease?
Julie: A. Definitely A. Much worse to be without the person you love than to have a slow painful death. You?
Jason: Oh, B.
Julie: Really? You would rather watch the love of your life die slowly and painfully?
Jason: Well, it wouldn’t be awesome, but better them than me. Got a lot of good years left.
We loved, sir — used to meet:
How sad and bad and mad it was —
But then, how it was sweet!
Womanliness means only motherhood;
All love begins and ends there.
Take away love, and our earth is a tomb!
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”
In a word, it was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.
Pretty woman, he thought. Pretty little black-skinned woman. Who wanted to kill for love, die for love. The pride, the conceit of these doormat women amazed him. They were always women who had been spoiled children. Whose whims had been taken seriously by adults and who grew up to be the stingiest, greediest people on earth and out of their stinginess grew their stingy little love that ate everything in sight. They could not believe or accept the fact that they were unloved; they believed that the world itself was off balance when it appeared as though they were not loved. Why did they think they were so lovable? Why did they think their brand of love was better than, or even as good as, anybody else’s? But they did. And they loved their love so much they would kill anybody who got in its way.
Harry: Well, she is your friend of course. But, well she’s not…family.
Jack: She’s not my wife.
Harry: No of course not.
Jack: Of course not. It’s impossible. It’s unthinkable. How could Joy be my wife? I’d have to love her, wouldn’t I? I’d have to care more about her than anyone else in this world. I’d have to be suffering the torments of the damned. The prospect of losing her…
Harry: I’m so sorry, Jack. I didn’t know.
Jack: Nor did I, Harry.
The first thing is to love your sport. Never do it to please someone else. It has to be yours.
Scully: One day, you look at the person and see more than you did the day before, like a switch was flicked somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can imagine yourself with.
Melanie: The truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back.
Love is an ocean of emotions, entirely surrounded by expenses.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; What is essential is invisible to the eye.
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
I want to tell you that you have given me complete happiness. No one could have done more than you have done. Please believe that.
But I know that I shall never get over this: and I am wasting your life. It is this madness. Nothing anyone says can persuade me. You can work, and you will be much better without me. You see I can’t write this even, which shows I am right. All I want to say is that until this disease came on we were perfectly happy. It was all due to you. No one could have been so good as you have been, from the very first day till now. Everyone knows that.
I was adored once too.
Come, live in my heart and pay no rent
For hearts when they ’re young should make the vow,
For when they are old they don’t know how
You can’t buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.
Michael: Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me.
Let who does not wish to be idle fall in love!
So I can’t live either without you or with you.
Dr. Meredith Grey: Okay here it is. Your choice. It’ s simple. Her or me. And I’m sure she’ s really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big – pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window – unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me. Choose me. Love me.
Claudio: Friendship is constant in all other things, save in the office and affairs of love.
Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.
Rebecca: I love your face. It always brings me peace.
…if you opposed Thatcher’s ideas it was likely because of their lack of compassion, which is really just a word for love. If love is something you cherish, it is hard to glean much joy from death, even in one’s enemies.
Sally Owens: Always throw salt over your left shoulder; keep rosemary by your garden gate; plant lavender for luck; and fall in love whenever you can.
Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.
Don Draper: The reason you haven’t felt it is because it doesn’t exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons. You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I’m living like there’s no tomorrow, because there isn’t one.
I have discovered a goodness and decency in people as exhibited in all the letters, e-mails, flowers, gifts and prayers that have been directed my way. I am overwhelmed and humbled. I offer you my most sincere thanks and my deep and abiding gratitude. If I ever write my memoirs, I have some spellbinding material. How does the Joni Mitchell song go? “Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”? One thing I’ve discovered is that I love my job more than I thought I did, and I love my wife even more!
Flynn Rider: You were my new dream.
Rapunzel: And you were mine.
Man in crowd: I love you, Metroman!
Metroman: And I love you, random citizen!