Jerry Spinelli Quotes

Yes, I found myself, by insensible degrees, sincerely fond of her; and the happiest hours of my life were what I spent with her.

I think it's easy for me to connect to some people, and I don't know if that's the same thing as falling in love whereas before, I might have said it was.

Don't get me wrong - I love London, and still have an apartment there.

Despite the fact that I spend a lot of time in London, Switzerland and New York, Africa is the place I know and love best, and my heart will always lie here.

And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee.

Bahrain is very dear to me.

If I was making the decision normally, with my heart, I'd never leave Celtic. My life was great. I loved the city. I loved the people. I loved the club. I had a wonderful life. If you think of all those things, you'd never move.

I was able to start a family in London and so on. It's a very dear place to my heart and will continue to be.

You are my sunshine my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know dear how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.

My dear friend Aaron Paul. I love you so much.

I have never loved anyone for love's sake except, perhaps, Josephine - a little.

I'm not at ease with the word "love."

It merely shews, after all, that affection is a habit.

One of the most frustrating words in the human language, as far as I could tell, was love. So much meaning attached to this one little word. People bandied it about freely, using it to describe their attachments to possessions, pets, vacation destinations, and favorite foods. In the same breath they then applied this word to the person they considered most important in their lives. Wasn’t that insulting? Shouldn’t there be some other term to describe deeper emotion?

He loved me. He'd loved me as long as he he'd known me! I hadn't loved him as long perhaps, but now I loved him equally well, or better. I loved his laugh, his handwriting, his steady gaze, his honorableness, his freckles, his appreciation of my jokes, his hands, his determination that I should know the worst of him. And, most of all, shameful though it might be, I loved his love for me.

My love for those I love -- not many -- not very many, but don't I love them so?

Can anybody tell what sorrows are locked up with our best affections, or what pain may be associated with every pleasure?

She really does like him, she likes lying next to him, she wants to be around him; when you get down to it, can you say that about many people?

The continued propinquity of another human being cramps the style after a time unless that person is somebody you think you love. Then the burden becomes intolerable at once.

I swear, I wanna be your underwear.

To belong to someone - I didn't know it, but now that I think about, it seems like that's all I've ever wanted. To really be somebody's, and to have them be mine.

It's just programming" "No. It's because I love him

Why? Oh, well - I thought you'd be rather an attractive person to marry. That's all. I mean, I sort of took a fancy to you. I can't tell you why. There's no rule about it, you know.

There are certainties in existence, but love is something much harder to define than light and dark, life and death. I think saying you are "like" someone in love sounds right.

To defend what we love we need a particularizing language, for we love what we particularly know.