Charlaine Harris Quotes

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Look your significant other in the eyes, make that connection.

Love is reaching out to try to get to the other person.

For me, love is the most important force. It moves the universe.

The royal road to a man's heart is to talk to him about the things he treasures most.

Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!

When you love someone, the best thing you can offer is your presence. How can you love if you are not there?

If fear is the great enemy of intimacy, love is its true friend.

Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.

Love is moral even without legal marriage, but marriage is immoral without love.

The best thing to do is find one person in your life and try to love them unconditionally. If you've accomplished that, you've accomplished a lot.

Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.

I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.

Well, there are different levels of love.

Where he [her husband John Adams] is wounded, I bleed.

When he is pierced, I bleed.

Through love, we come close to the hearts of our brothers - at the beginning, throughout the course of, and right up to the end of our lives.

Love is the substance of human survival.

Quen kind of taught me what love is and what love should feel like and be like.

There are many doors to the heart.

Love is a universal thing that everyone understands. Love, like death, is the only thing that binds humanity.

For me, love is magic; it's about trust and understanding. It's putting the other person before you effortlessly.

Baby, in a world without pity Do you think what I'm askin's too much I just want to feel you in my arms Share a little of that Human Touch.

There is a stage with people we love when we are no longer separate from them, but so close in sympathy that we live through them as directly as through ourselves. ... we push back our hair because theirs is in their eyes.

She lowered her head until it was at his level. He stroked the line of her jaw, and then pressed his forehead against her hard snout and held her as tightly as he could, her scales sharp against his fingers. Hot tears began to slide down his cheeks. 'Why do you cry?' she asked. 'Because... I'm lucky enough to be bonded with you.' 'Little one.