Stephenie Meyer Quotes

It happened to me just this year with a beautiful boy I started hanging out with. Call me a hormonal teenager if you want, but evidently I haven’t grown out of this experience. His name, his voice, his face, his laugh - anything was enough to make my heart start beating faster. It’s the spark.

Whatever 'in love' means.

I could drink a case of you.

When a man loves a woman, can't keep his mind on nothing else. He'd trade the world for the good thing he's found.

My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

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

I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.

Light on my heart, Light on my feet, Light in your eyes, I can't even speak Do you even know, How you make me weak

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

Why do we fall in love so easy, even when it's not right?

He wasn't mine anywhere except in my heart.

I played the character knowing that she was knocked down, 100 percent, dead-in-front-of-a-bus in love with her boss. Every scene, I did not care if it was about taxes or about, you know, getting rid of the penny, it was all about me being in love with him.

The heart wants what it wants. There's no logic to these things. You meet someone and you fall in love and that's that.

But common sense has no place in first love and never has.

It wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She was attracted to all of the normal things and the weird things, too, like the back of his neck and his thumbs on the edge of his desk and the way his hair stuck out on one side like a little wing over his ear. She caught his smell once, and it made her dizzy. She couldn't fall asleep that night.

I wonder if you can understand, I never really knew what it was to want, until you.

Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue.

But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away

I promised to tell you how one falls in love.

It wasn‟t even desire. It was far more than that. It was love. Love. With a capital L and swirly script and hearts and flowers and whatever else the angels— and yes, all those annoying little cupids—wished to use for embellishment.

I fall in love very easily.

I love love and falling in love, but it can get pretty flat real fast.