falling-in-love

You can__ fall in love that fast. Not real love. Real love takes time, like a fine wine. Real love takes years. Not days. Not weeks.

Am I falling in love? She thought, is it safe to do so with this man? She thought, I don't need to answer.

I fell, she laughed. I fell hard, she laughed harder. Seeing that I kept falling till I fell in love.

Is it possible that __ove hurts_ is the biggest lie out there. Perhaps love heals, it makes people whole again.

You don't have to be afraid of falling. Just close your eyes, let go, and know that I'll always be here with arms outstretched, ready to catch you.

Always say yes and try before you say no.

And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe.Because there he is.He's engrossed in an oversize book, hunched over and completely absorbed. A breeze ruffles his dark hair, and he bites his nails. . . . Several other people are soaking up the rare sunshine, but as soon as they're registered, they're forgotten. Because of him.I grip the edge of a sidewalk café table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don't care. I'm reeling, and I gasp for air.How can I have been so stupid?How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?

Falling in love slowly is like awakening one morning to find that the sun has risen in the west.

Okay. You got a point," I said. "But it doesn't prove that I'm in love because I'm not.""Really?""Really. I'm not in love with anyone. I've never been.""You will be, someday.""Oh, you sound awfully sure of yourself.""I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't sure. There's nothing greater and stronger than the gravity of falling in love. That's my theory."I laughed nervously under my breath. "Whatever you say, Newton.

There's this moment, just before it happens, when everything around you goes still. It's like that moment you get just before it snows - like nature is holding its breath ... And in that moment, anything is possible, and everything you know is called into question.

Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.

My heart felt like a balloon that was filling too full, and I panicked. I might get the bends, the way scuba divers did when they surfaced too fast.

It__ not as if he__ good-looking, because he__ not. Sometimes he__ so plain that he looks bland. But it__ his voice and his mannerisms that fill him with some kind of color. I listen to his voice and its resonance hooks me in. The worry lines on his forehead, his expression when he twists his face into a smile, and the way his whole face lights up when he laughs those short bursts of laughter.

Worried about fitting in, being part of a group, feeling accepted? People gather in groups of similar interests, but these interests are usually based on external preferences and attires.__e think that if other people like this sport or activity, they__l accept us without an interview or further questions, and we need that because we are afraid of standing naked in front of others, of showing whom we really are underneath the fake smiles and bland expressions of anger and pain: this nakedness is one of the heart and mind.__t__ within these groups that most people find their __oul-mates_ and __all in love_ with the person they__l never get to know for real.__ittle did you know, you have to keep pretending to be someone else, while your partner is exhausted from having to put on a daily show just to please you.

When your stomach turns somersaults every time you see your love interest, when you can go without eating for half a day because you can't think of anything else, and when the sound of her voice blocks out every possible distraction each time you hear it...then logic's role becomes a very minor one.

The saddest thing about falling in love is that sooner or later something will go wrong.

I couldn't see anything beyond this. Beyond her. Beyond us. (Blaine)

Fall in love, not fool in love.