I Love You Like Quotes

The Queen’s Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.)

I love you like a river that begins as a solitary trickle in the mountains and gradually grows and joins other rivers until, after a certain point, it can flow around any obstacle in order to get where it wants.

I love you like a fat kid love cake.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.

In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

The most important things are the hardest to say

She wanted to say ‘I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage’.

Sam said to me the other day, “I love you like 20 tyrannosauruses on 20 mountaintops,” and this is the exact same way in which I love him.

I love you like a river that creates the right conditions for trees and bushes and flowers to flourish along its banks. I love you like a river that gives water to the thirsty and takes people where they want to go.

Anything worth having is hard to keep,
I love you like my coffee, so hot and so sweet.
So, let’s stick it out so we never regret it,
I could forgive the past-but I never forget it.

Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.

There are times when I can’t stop speaking, when a million words leave my mouth in a matter of seconds… a million words that mean nothing… but when I want to find some words that mean everything, I just can’t speak. Like: I miss you. Like: I love you. Like: My world is falling apart and I need you by my side.

Though I love you like a brother, I would rather be your lover.

I’m selling my soul to Hollywood Records. I love you like a love song baby, a sinful, miracle, lyrical. He ate my soul. He’s Lucifer. I’m torn I’m selling my soul to the rhythm because I’m become so possessed with the music he plays. I chose a path and I’m not looking back.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.

Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

To say ‘I love you’ one must first be able to say the ‘I.’