In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.
Maya Angelou
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound
If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest.
W H Auden, Stop All The Clocks
I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.
Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus
You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.
Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper
I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald
This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it.
Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will always love you.
Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms
The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.
Arundhati Roy, The God Of Small Things
If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
Michelle Hodkin, The Evolution of Mara Dyer
Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
William Goldman, The Princess Bride
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope…I have loved none but you.
Jane Austen, Persuasion
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
The curves of your lips rewrite history.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
To love or have loved, that is enough.
Victor Hugo, Les Miserable
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
No measure of time with you will be long enough. But let’s start with forever.
Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn
After all this time?
Always.
J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows