Rainbow Rowell Quotes

I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can’t, like, be with him.

The way i see it, love is just a bigger, stickier form of trust.

I miss you already I don’t need to leave. I can stay. . . . Mmmm.

You can't think how I depend on you, and when you're not there the colour goes out of my life.

We deserve each other, Luis … and I need you just as much as you need me. Hold me.” He steps closer, but hesitates. “If I do, mi chava, I can’t promise I’ll be able to let you go.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

I've lived with women, loved women, lost women. They've loved me, lost me, whatever.

Hell, madam, is to love no longer.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

D'ye think I don't know?" he asked softly. "It's me that has the easy part now. For if ye feel for me as I do for you-then I'm asking you to tear out your heart and live without it.

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.

There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them, is there? And it's so hard to keep from loving things, isn't it?

Then she was pressing her little proud broken self against his face, as close as she could get, and then they died.

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

It isn't possible to love and to part.

But Jude,' she would say, 'you knew me. All those days and years, Jude, you knew me. My ways and my hands and how my stomach folded and how we tried to get Mickey to nurse and how about that time when the landlord said...but you said...and I cried, Jude. You knew me and had listened to the things I said in the night, and heard me in the bathroom and laughed at my raggedy girdle and I laughed too because I knew you too, Jude. So how could you leave me when you knew me?

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

When you’re in love, it’s not just about the messing around in the sack, it’s about how empty you feel when they’re gone.

I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

Love itself cannot be divorced from the suffering which comes from being separated from the object of love.