Julie Garwood Quotes

I'm really developing feelings for the kid.

I'm not at ease with the word "love."

Wait, I kinda do love you.

I do love you. I mean, love has nothing to do with this.

There is nothing like love. You should try it.” Thibault shrugged. “Maybe one day.

You can lead a heart to love, but you can't make it fall.

If love is liking someone an awful lot, then I suppose I'm in love with several people.

If I don't love you, baby, grits ain't groceries.

I'm not opposed to falling in love.

It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.

As far as I know, you can fancy someone, you can enjoy their company or you can wish them well. But what being in love is, I don't know.

Let no one presume to give the feelings of a young woman on receiving the assurance of that affection of which she has scarcely allowed herself to entertain a hope.

I have loved and been in love. There's a big difference.

Yes, I-- I think I love her. Is that nuts?

I'm very attached to my family and protective of them and miss them, and that situation, my connection with that can make me become very vulnerable.

We can all begin freely—a slight preference is natural enough; but there are very few of us who have heart enough to be really in love without encouragement.

I don't think you can define love.

There was a difference between loving someone and being in love

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away... Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Deference often shrinks and withers as much upon the approach of intimacy as the sensitive plant does upon the touch of one's finger.

Love is not some complex, mystical abstraction. It is something accessible and human that we learn through our everyday experience, as often at times of failure as in moments of ecstasy.

And maybe she had certain beliefs that if you love somebody, [you're] gonna like them too. And that isn't necessarily true.

My feelings for Raphael are mine, and mine alone. I loved him, and that is all anyone needs to know. The rest is no business of any man's.

Being in love doesn't mean loving.