I Love Him Quotes

“Sometimes you want to say, “I love you, but…”
Yet the “but” takes away the ‘I love you’. In love their are no ‘buts’ or ‘if’s’ or ‘when’. It’s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It’s the condition-less state of the heart. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart…eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death.

To say “I love you, but….” is to say, “I did not love you at all”.

I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I love you as only a girl could love a boy. Without fear. Without expectations. Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.”
― Jamie Weise

“He brought out the worst in me, and was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
― Coco J. Ginger

“....finally I see that it’s never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed along
when something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game...”
― Coco J. Ginger

“I HOLD

If I could have had
him,
I could have let
him
go.

But without
the having
there was
nothing—
so to the nothing
I
hold.”
― Coco J. Ginger

“A POCKET-SIZED GIRL

He keeps me in his pocket
for a rainy day;
he swears I'm not an object
as he yo-yo's me away.

A friend is what we'll call it,
but my friend, he does not know,
each time it rains I love him—
so to his pocket, I must go.

He thinks he's being clever,
but I am not a fool;
his love ain't worth a penny,
so to my heart I must be cruel.”
― Coco J. Ginger

“You break me the hardest,
make me the strongest, and keep me
the softest.”
― Coco J. Ginger

“MY MOON

I'll always wonder what time it is there; if you're dreaming, or awake. My moon is your sun; my darkness, your light.

I'm in the future, you'd jokingly say.

And I know where you are, because I'm watching you from the past.”
― Coco J. Ginger

“When I am with you, I am invincible.
When I am with you, your kind and loving presence strengthen me down to my very core.
When I am with you, I finally know what heaven on earth feels like.
For when I am with you, I am the best I could be.
I'd rather walk through the burning coals of hell than enjoy comfort and luxury with someone else.
For life without you, is not life at all. I love you.”
― Laarni Venus Marie Giango

“WORTHY


If you ever decide to feel— feel this:
I love you. I always have. I always will.

Not because you're charming, beautiful
or lovable.
But because I choose you.
Everyday I wake up and I choose you—
again, and again, and again.

But if you cannot feel, and if you never
feel this, then know:
I do not love you. I never have. I never will.
Because you're not worth my love.

(Come back my love, I am drowning.)”
― Coco J. Ginger

“7am

They said that I’d forget you,
and I knew it wasn’t true.
But sometimes I wake up now,
and my heart’s no longer blue.

I press the Keurig button,
dancing across the room—
Sometimes it’s nearly seven,
before I’ve thought of you.

And though we sleep together,
all night side by side,
one day I’ll have my coffee
without you in my mind.”
― Coco J. Ginger

“A WISH

Sometimes I wish
that he will live
and I will see him.

But mostly I wish
that he will die, and take
my memories with him.”
― Coco J. Ginger

“There is nothing more painful
in this world
than to be in love with something
that can never be.”
― Laura Chouette

“In life I will fall, I will backslide, but mark my word I will never give up.”
― Jonathan Anthony Burkett, Neglected But Undefeated: The Life Of A Boy Who Never Knew A Mother's Love

“Do you know why I don’t like him? Brayden? Because of what he said.”
“What part?”
“‘Historically inaccurate.”’ Adrian gestured at me with his other hand, the one
not on my shoulder. “Who the hell looks at you and says ‘historically
inaccurate’?”
“Well,” I said. “Technically it is.”
“He shouldn’t have said that.”
I shifted, knowing I should move away… but I didn’t. “Look, it’s just his
way.”
“He shouldn’t have said that,” repeated Adrian, eerily serious. He leaned his
face toward mine. “I don’t care if he’s not the emotional type or the
complimentary type or what. No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire
and gold, and start talking about anachronisms. If I were him, I would have said,
‘You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“He turned his head toward me and froze. I had never seen him so still—or so
quiet. His shock was so thorough and intense that he actually dropped his
cigarette.
Adrian slowly sat up, eyes wide. He slid off the hood and didn’t seem to leave
any marks. Obviously, I’d have to check it later. “Sage,” he said. “What are you
wearing?”
I sighed and stared down at the dress. “I know. It’s red. Don’t start. I’m tired
of hearing about it.”
“Funny,” he said. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at it.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“I LOVE men.
I understand and love the solid atmosphere that men spread.
I understand and love their determination that makes them reach their goals so successfully.
I love their courage to take risks and tackle things that scare me or what I don't have the mental or physical strength to do.
I love their friendly tussles and their ability to meet problems with humor.
I love their unspeakable gentleness, tenderness and care in dealing with the fragile.
I love their strengths that they so generously give - and their weaknesses that give the opportunity to balance and give back to them.
I love how “impossible” they are sometimes because it gives the opportunity to love unconditionally.
I love their straightforwardness and their pride, and their wild passions as well as their shyness and humbleness when they realize life is calling them to grow.
Men and women can complement each other perfectly and I celebrate that!
I love manhood and I LOVE all my boys!”
― Elke Heinrich

“She had no desire to see Conall dead. She loved him.
That was a thought that caught her by surprise. Claray had liked Conall from the start, admired his sense of honor and determination to look after his people. She also appreciated all he had done for her, rescuing her from Kerr, carrying her before him on his mount while she slept, no matter that he was exhausted. He'd also been most patient with her rescuing animals at every turn on the way home to MacFarlane when she'd known he hadn't wanted her to. He was a good man----he worked day and night here to build a home for them all, and he'd tended to her when she was injured and ill with such gentleness and kindness. And then there was his loving.
Aye, at first Claray had worried that her soul might be in peril because of the pleasure he gave her, but she'd come to terms with that. It was just too beautiful and intimate to be something God would begrudge them. Surely, if He hadn't wanted them to enjoy each other like that, He wouldn't have made it possible for people to enjoy it as they did. At least that was her reasoning. Perhaps it was just a justification to allow her to continue to enjoy her marital bed without guilt, but since she found it impossible not to, she was happy to accept that justification.
Whatever the case, with all that she admired, respected and enjoyed about her husband, Claray supposed it would be surprising if she did not love him. Conall was a man worth loving, and she simply could not bear the thought of this man ending his life.”
― Lynsay Sands, Highland Wolf

“I'd distanced myself from love for so long, told myself that I didn't need it, didn't want it, that I wasn't so sure I knew what love looked like anymore outside of a book. I'd grown to care about this man, somehow, over the last few days. I'd gotten used to his wry charm, and his sarcasm, and I found myself looking for his shadow at the bar, and the bookstore.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story