falling-in-love

I might not yet be falling in love, but I might be flirting with the promise of love, the idea of love, the making of a place in my heart for love, though it may have been more a wish than a promise.

He tried to remember her ever being this way before. In her voice--almost overexuberant--was not simply holiday cheer but joyous relief, like some terminally ill patient who's just been told she's not sick anymore.

To fall in love and to commit yourself to love means you should make your loved one the one thing you cherish the most.

Love is what stands in the way of self discovery, try not to find, it will find you.

I hate early mornings.But I love waking up with you.

Two oceans away, a boy is falling in love.Next door, another boy i just falling.One is laughing, one is crying - both are screaming.

I once asked Randy how he knew that he had fallen in love with his girlfriend, Amy, and he just looked at me like it was the hardest question in the world. I expected some floral, florid explanation, about the air lightening and flute music filling his ears. This relationship that had him so transfixed__ expected a masterpiece of sentiment, one that would make me so happy for him and so empty inside. Instead he just turned to me and said,__he minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it. One night I was lying in the dark, looking at her looking at me, and it just was there, undeniable.__here is no question about it.

Love is one of the strongest feelings one can ever have.

The train may fall in love with a station, but it has to go and it goes! Don__ be like the train; stay at the station you fell in love, go nowhere!

There was the amount of time you'd known someone and then there was the way you'd spent that time.

Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I__e ever done. Falling is easy. Staying that way is hard. But I__e been choosing hard all my life, so why the hell would the life I make with the woman who completes me be any different? I love you like a madman. You__e the air I breathe, my next heartbeat, and I__ never letting go.

So much of people's fortune, good or bad, depends upon how they choose to fall in love.

You wait and wait, you get used to waiting. But when your time comes, you must not miss it.

Of all the misconceptions about love the most powerful and pervasive is the belief that "falling in love" is love or at least one of the manifestations of love. It is a potent misconception, because falling in love is subjectively experienced in a very powerful fashion as an experience of love. When a person falls in love what he or she certainly feels is "I love him" or "I love her." But two problems are immediately apparent. The first is that the experience of falling in love is specifically a sex-linked erotic experience. We do not fall in love with our children even though we may love them very deeply. We do not fall in love with our friends of the same sex-unless we are homosexually oriented-even though we may care for them greatly. We fall in love only when we are consciously or unconsciously sexually motivated. The second problem is that the experience of falling in love is invariably temporary. No matter whom we fall in love with, we sooner or later fall out of love if the relationship continues long enough. This is not to say that we invariably cease loving the person with whom we fell in love. But it is to say that the feeling of ecstatic lovingness that characterizes the experience of falling in love always passes. The honeymoon always ends. The bloom of romance always fades.

I think the tingles are important. They are real, and I am in favor of their survival. But they are not the basis for a satisfactory marriage. I am not suggesting that on should marry without the tingles. Those warm, excited feelings, the chill bumps, that sense of acceptance, the excitement of the touch that make up the tingles serve as the cherry on top of the sundae. But you cannot have a sundae with only the cherry.

Steve's throat swelled with tension as the intimacy of the moment became more tangible. He moved his eyes from the dark, reflective river, to the dark, reflective pupils in Diane's eyes. They seemed to quiver with tenderness - but then they would grow distant. He found himself continually surprised at the "aliveness" of the person standing just a foot away from him now. She wasn't inanimate: she would flinch if he pinched her, and answer if he asked her. And she was beautiful." -- From "The Grand Unified Story" -- a short story in Zack Love's Stories and Scripts: an Anthology

It's the opposite of the collapse of the fantasy.It's what happens when the illusion pales in comparison to the truth. I'm seeing her for the first time. Not Ava Garden Wilder, the rags-to-riches granddaughter of Clyde Jones. Not a tragic, romantic heroine. Just Ava.And I am utterly in love.

If you mean your words, people who lust over your lovely ways won't dare to reject you.