“Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won’t adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words “make” and “stay” become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.”
– Tom Robbins

Love Is The Ultimate Outlaw

“I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.”
– Martha Gellhorn

“I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes”
– Vladimir Nabokov

“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.”
– E.E. Cummings

“Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”
– Maya Angelou

“Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long. Good things come to those who wait.”
– Jess C. Scott

“No woman wants to be in submission to a man who isn’t in submission to God!”
– T.D. Jakes

“You have a… remarkable memory.” “I remember everything about you. You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.”
– Suzanne Collins

“With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.?”
– Jarod Kintz

“Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves it’s own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.”
– J.K. Rowling

“Parents were the only ones obligated to love you; from the rest of the world you had to earn it.”
– Ann Brashares

“You are my life now.”
– Stephenie Meyer

“The really important kind of freedom involves attention, and awareness, and discipline, and effort, and being able truly to care about other people and to sacrifice for them, over and over, in myriad petty little unsexy ways, every day.”
– David Foster Wallace

“Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me). I know you (although not so well as I would like. I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning, and you see me, and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough?). So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper. I declare it again: I love you.”
– Neil Gaiman