Lauren Kate Quotes

Love that is not jealous is neither true nor pure.

I expect we are all jealous of the women in their past, but how much less exciting if the women had not kept the bed warm.

There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.

Menny think tha luv their husbands almost tew deth, when in fack, tha are only jealous ov them.

That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.

Jealousy is the forerunner of love, and often its awakener.

I don't know what love means.

As in all matters involving love, which has so many different meanings, you find that the feeling that we label 'love' is not a simple feeling, it's a very complex one. Under the heading 'love' can come all sorts of rage and desperation.

Obviously, in dealing with a relationship, sexuality has to be involved, and jealousy and emotions like that. And I don't know, I've always been intrigued by those emotions.

I like jealous men. I love jealousy. I do.

I'm not real good at romance.

When you achieve something or someone, you don't want to lose the person. I love Malaika but I'm possessive about her.

I think everyone knows what it is like being in love. It's never a smooth thing. Whether you are happily together or not.

I don't fall in love easily... But I do fall in love.

He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.

I want to be with you.” My words brought a hugegrin to his incredibly beautiful face. “You’re my present and my future,Sadie, I will use whatever power I have to make you happy.” He leaned down and touched his perfect lips to mine, and my heart took flight. I would never get tired of his kiss. Jax Stone was my everything.

I want to see you again." He stopped, took her face in his hands. "I need to see you again." Her pulse jumped, as if it had nothing to do with the rest of her. "Roarke, what's going on here?" "Lieutenant." He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. "indications are we're having a romance.

You own a piece of me," he murmurs as he holds me afterward. "Good," I tell him. "And just so you know… I'm never giving it back.

Bored by safety, the lover grows jealous and exacting.

He bowed is head into my throat, groaning softly. "I loved you long before you loved me. Its the only thing I have you beat at, and ill bring it up every chance I get." His mouth pressed to my skin, took on a devilish curve. "Lets get out of here. I'm taking you back to my place, this time for good. We have unfinished business, and I think its time we do something about it.

I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She'll make you so jealous, you'll bust!

I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile. No woman deserves the sure knowledge of widow’s black as her brideprice, you least of all.

For love, thou know'st, is full of jealousy

My idea is this, that when you only love a little you're naturally not jealous — or are only jealous also a little, so that it doesn't matter. But when you love in a deeper and intenser way, then you're in the very same proportion jealous; your jealousy has intensity and, no doubt, ferocity.

Jealous?" "Maybe." "No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.