Orson Scott Card Quotes

Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.

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

Some day when I lose you, will you still be able to sleep, without me to whisper over you like a crown of linden branches?

I think I can live without you, but it won't be any kind of life.

We're nothing if we're not loved. When you meet somebody who is more important to you than yourself, that has to be the most important thing.

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.

Isn't it possible, he wondered, for one person to love another without trying to own each other? Or is that buried so deep in our genes that we can never get it out? Territoriality.

Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.

He wasn't mine anywhere except in my heart.

It isn't possible to love and to part.

When you love something, you get to know it. Then you feel the ownership and if it changes, you only love it as far as you know it because then you're like, "What is this?"

True love can exist only in freedom from possession.

... we always love best the people who need us.

It's hard to give up the being together with someone.

I Cannot Exist Without You. I Am Forgetful Of Everything But Seeing You Again.

I know he would die if you died, Luce

No human being can ever 'own' another, whether in friendship, love, marriage, or parenthood.

I wanted more of her, & no matter what happened between us, I already knew I’d never forget anything about her. As crazy as it sounded, she was becoming part of me, & I was already dreading the fact that we wouldn’t be able to spend the day together tomorrow. Or the day after, or the day after that. Maybe, I told myself, we could beat the odds

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

Why do I always feel like you're trying to staple my umbilical cord to the corner of your desk?

I'm not afraid of the world. I'm afraid of a world without you.

Possessiveness isn’t love. I’m not even sure it qualifies as an emotion.

I want whatever part of you I can have.

I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.