I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.
A.S. Byatt, Possession
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
I am yours, don’t give myself back to me.
Rumi, The Essential Rumi
The very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.
Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
You can’t love someone back to life, but you can try.
Colleen Hoover, Without Merit
I don’t know if anyone ever gets completely over losing someone they love. It’s something you get used to, like a limp or a souvenir from a trip that was supposed to be unforgettable.
Colleen Hoover, It Ends With Us
You can’t force someone to feel the same way you do.
Colleen Hoover, Confess
Love isn’t always pretty. Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it’ll eventually be something different. Something better. Then, before you know it, you’re back to square one, and you lost your heart somewhere along the way.
Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday
I’m a firm believer that you can’t control what happens to you in this life. But you can control how you respond to it.
Colleen Hoover, Regretting You
The things we’ve done stay with us.
Colleen Hoover, This Girl
Sometimes the right person tells the right story at the right moment, and through a combination of luck and design, a creative expression gains new force.
Colleen Hoover, It Ends With Us
just because fate doesn’t deal you the right cards, it doesn’t mean you should give up. It just means you have to play the cards you get to their maximum potential.
Colleen Hoover, The Score
We all have our own reasons for how we live our lives. We can’t put our lives into someone else’s hands and expect them to love it.
Colleen Hoover, Slammed
Sometimes the things we do out of love turn out to be the mistakes that haunt us forever.
Colleen Hoover, Too Late