Love Letters Quotes

“The letter had been crumpled up and tossed onto the grate. It had burned all around the edges, so the names at the top and bottom had gone up in smoke. But there was enough of the bold black scrawl to reveal that it had indeed been a love letter. And as Hannah read the singed and half-destroyed parchment, she was forced to turn away to hide the trembling of her hand.

—should warn you that this letter will not be eloquent. However, it will be sincere, especially in light of the fact that you will never read it. I have felt these words like a weight in my chest, until I find myself amazed that a heart can go on beating under such a burden.

I love you. I love you desperately, violently, tenderly, completely. I want you in ways that I know you would find shocking. My love, you don't belong with a man like me. In the past I've done things you wouldn't approve of, and I've done them ten times over. I have led a life of immoderate sin. As it turns out, I'm just as immoderate in love. Worse, in fact.

I want to kiss every soft place of you, make you blush and faint, pleasure you until you weep, and dry every tear with my lips. If you only knew how I crave the taste of you. I want to take you in my hands and mouth and feast on you. I want to drink wine and honey from you.

I want you under me. On your back.

I'm sorry. You deserve more respect than that. But I can't stop thinking of it. Your arms and legs around me. Your mouth, open for my kisses. I need too much of you. A lifetime of nights spent between your thighs wouldn't be enough.

I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you've ever said to me.

If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you.

You would say it's too soon to feel this way. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can't be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, ten years, a lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast. If only you—

And there it stopped.”
― Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas

“If love is like a possession, maybe my letter are like my exorcisms”
― Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

“Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today….. and that I was wishing you every happiness.
Love Always,
The girl you loved once.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“A real love letter is made of insight, understanding, and compassion. Otherwise it's not a love letter. A true love letter can produce a transformation in the other person, and therefore in the world. But before it produces a transformation in the other person, it has to produce a transformation within us. Some letters may take the whole of our lifetime to write.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh, Your True Home: The Everyday Wisdom of Thich Nhat Hanh

“You are always new. THe last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time...Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you.”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

“I’ll tell you what I’m fighting for. Not for England, nor her allies, nor any patriotic cause. It’s all come down to the hope of being with you..”
― Lisa Kleypas, Love in the Afternoon

“I will be forever grateful for your presence in my life. I am a much better human being because of you. The experience of loving you, living with you, was the greatest journey of my life thus far. You showed me an alternative to the man I was becoming.

I know I still have much to learn, much to accomplish, and I know my future is bright. I owe you the confidence I now have in myself. This is the confidence that could only come from the knowledge that a woman of your caliber loved me for who I am; for what you saw in me.

You are a great woman and I mean that in the strongest sense of the phrase. You feel deeply, think deeply, and live deeply. I admire so much about you. Regardless of whether our paths cross again, know that I am actively wishing you success and happiness. I pray that you will once again be part of my life. But if left with just the experience we've shared, I know my life was better because of it.”
― Emma Forrest, Your Voice in My Head

“Jack shook his head. 'Books. What is it with women and books? My sisters were the same. They were always buying books for boys they fancied.'
Ellie bent down and picked up the stone and put it on the table. 'It's like sending a love letter without having to write it yourself,' she said softly.”
― Hazel Osmond, Who's Afraid of Mr Wolfe?

“I’ve been absent from you too long. I miss you so badly and yet this being apart makes me realise you’re not simply the faithful man who loves me so astonishingly well, but an angel, sent for some unfathomable reason to look out for me. I should have realised this truth years ago because you are so extraordinary, so unlike other men, so unlike me, this weak, vain, faithless creature you have been so intent on saving from himself. I should have realised from the first moment I saw you in that trench, when I fell so badly in love with you and hoped you wouldn’t notice. Or perhaps not then, but later, when you saved my life so often just by lending me courage when I was half-mad from fear. How much courage you had to spare – I will never forget. But angels are courageous, aren’t they? I should know. I have never understood why I deserved such grace.

I don’t have your faith, Patrick, or your love of God. I am uncertain and afraid, I wish you were with me now, not just in spirit, as I know you are and always have been, but here in body. I need to cower behind you, because if God is real He might be kinder knowing you loved me.

If angels need to pray, pray for me.”
― Marion Husband

“But I wanted to tell you before I left how completely abjectly sorry I am for all the pain I have caused you and that if I die you were the one true love of my life. By the time you read this I will be gone but please know I am still always at your side....' Yours forever Henry William Schoonmaker”
― Anna Godbersen, Envy

“Nothing is a masterpiece - a real masterpiece - till it's about two hundred years old. A picture is like a tree or a church, you've got to let it grow into a masterpiece. Same with a poem or a new religion. They begin as a lot of funny words. Nobody knows whether they're all nonsense or a gift from heaven. And the only people who think anything of 'em are a lot of cranks or crackpots, or poor devils who don't know enough to know anything. Look at Christianity. Just a lot of floating seeds to start with, all sorts of seeds. It was a long time before one of them grew into a tree big enough to kill the rest and keep the rain off. And it's only when the tree has been cut into planks and built into a house and the house has got pretty old and about fifty generations of ordinary lumpheads who don't know a work of art from a public convenience, have been knocking nails in the kitchen beams to hang hams on, and screwing hooks in the walls for whips and guns and photographs and calendars and measuring the children on the window frames and chopping out a new cupboard under the stairs to keep the cheese and murdering their wives in the back room and burying them under the cellar flags, that it begins even to feel like a religion. And when the whole place is full of dry rot and ghosts and old bones and the shelves are breaking down with old wormy books that no one could read if they tried, and the attic floors are bulging through the servants' ceilings with old trunks and top-boots and gasoliers and dressmaker's dummies and ball frocks and dolls-houses and pony saddles and blunderbusses and parrot cages and uniforms and love letters and jugs without handles and bridal pots decorated with forget-me-nots and a piece out at the bottom, that it grows into a real old faith, a masterpiece which people can really get something out of, each for himself. And then, of course, everybody keeps on saying that it ought to be pulled down at once, because it's an insanitary nuisance.”
― Joyce Cary, The Horse's Mouth

“I think I won't come on Thursday for this reason; I must get on with writing; you would seduce me completely [...]”
― Virginia Woolf

“No, I am in no muddles [...] Virginia – not a muddle exactly; she is a busy and sensible woman. But she does love me, and I did sleep with her at Rodmell. That does not constitute a muddle though.”
― Vita Sackville-West

“It's hard writing a love letter when I've never been in love, but love letters aren't really about love; they are about want, luring a future fantasy into the present, so you can feel it—between your fingers, against your lips. I have been looking at it all wrong. It isn't about what I have but what I'm missing. Like a prayer that has no god to hear it. Everyone calls it love, but I think it's something deeper, and the word "love" is just a placeholder.”
― Keith F. Miller Jr., Pritty

“I don't want to get landed in an affair which might get beyond my control before I knew where I was.
[...] But darling, Virginia is not the sort of person one thinks of in that way. There is something incongruous and almost indecent in the idea. I have gone to bed with her (twice), but that's all. Now you know all about it, and I hope I haven't shocked you [...]”
― Vita Sackville-West

“I can't say the veil over my eyes has disappeared simply because you have come into my life. Mostly it's still there, making it hard for me to reach you. I have spent decades not really trying to reach anyone. But it's beginning to part more often than it did. When you lift an eyebrow skeptically. When I sink into you and feel you arch against me.”
― Kate Quinn, The Rose Code

“I look on my friendship with her as a treasure and a privilege. I shan't ever fall in love with her, padlock, but I am absolutely devoted to her and if she died I should mind quite, quite dreadfully. Or went mad again.”
― Vita Sackville-West

“Jude,
Since I cannot imagine there is much in the human lands to interest you, I can only suppose your continued absence in Elfhame is due to me.
I urge you: Come be angry at a nearer distance.
Cardan”
― Holly Black, Cartas de Cardan a Jude

“Jude,
You are perhaps only being overcautions, but I am writing to inform you that all is settled between the Undersea and Elfhame. The treaties are signed in sea-foam and blood.
Expectantly,
Cardan”
― Holly Black, Cartas de Cardan a Jude

“Jude,
Not even responding to my missives is ridiculous and beneath you and I hate it.
Cardan”
― Holly Black, Cartas de Cardan a Jude

“To the High Queen of Elfhame,
Above me is the same silvery moon that shines down on you.
Looking at it makes me recall the glint of your blade pressed against my throat and other romantic moments.
I do not know what keeps you from returning to the High Court-whether it is vexation with me, or whether, having spent time in the mortal world, you have come to belive that a life free of the Folk is better than one ruling over them.
In my most wretched hours, I belive you will never come back.
Why would you, save for your ambition? You have always known exactly what I am and seen all my failings, all my weaknesses and scars. I flattered myself that at moments you had feelings for me other than contempt, but even were that true, they would make but a thin grutel beside the feast of your other, greater desires.
And yet my heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the Undersea.
It was yours before I could admit it, and yours it shall ever remain.
Cardan”
― Holly Black, Cartas de Cardan a Jude

“I wish for so many things, Marty. I hope you understand what I’m trying to tell you. I love you, my dear Marty, and I always will.”
― Alex Diaz-Granados, Reunion: A Story: A Novella

“Insurance Policy document is the Final love Letter from a Loving Spouse!”
― P. Anshu

“Toutes ces pages n'ont pas toujours de date, encore moins de visage, mais elles supposent qu'un homme s'est assis devant une table, un stylo à la main, qu'il a pris le temps de chercher les mots, peut-être de me répondre. Nous écrivions bien je trouve, et qu'importe finalement que l'élan ait duré une heure, une semaine, un mois ou un an, je sens nos cœurs serrés d'alors, l'ombre de la guerre derrière nous, qui nous commande de vivre. [...] Il fallait que nous fassions des phrases amicales, amoureuses, fâcheuses et menteuses. Il nous fallait nous écrire pour raisonner et nous orienter dans ce monde. Nous allions dans les graves du drame, puis dans les aigus du bonheur. Tout est là, dans une valise.”
― Marceline Loridan-Ivens, L'Amour après

“My dear Lucy,
Do you anticipate my letters? Do you wait for them each day, like a good little lass?
I terrify you, don’t I? It scares you how much you secretly love this, even though you try so hard to convince yourself that you don’t. Does it get you hot?
You looked so beautiful today. What a striking creature you are. I knew you had a pretty face, but now that I’ve seen your body… God, I will have fun with your picture. I am already imagining us together. You, taking my cock inside that dainty little throat of yours like a sweet, obedient, little harlot. You take my breath away.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“Red roses for a blue lady.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“P.S. I should have kissed you.
P.S. I should have kissed you.
P.S. I should have kissed you.”
― Elsie Silver, Out of the Gate

“Has he said he loves you? Have you exchanged tokens? Does he write you letters? Can we see them?”
― Byrd Nash, Spirit Guide

“Valentine’s Day isn’t just for couples—it’s also the perfect occasion to shower yourself with love and appreciation. Whether it’s indulging in your favorite treats, binge-watching your favorite show, or simply enjoying some well-deserved relaxation, make sure to show yourself some appreciation. After all, who needs roses when you’ve got self-love blooming within you? So go ahead, be your own Valentine, and celebrate the most important relationship of all—the one you have with yourself!”
― Life is Positive

“Valentine's Day—the one day when even single folks get caught up in the swirl of romance. Whether you're showering your sweetheart with affection or indulging in some self-love, it's a time for heart-shaped chocolates, cheesy cards, & maybe even a spontaneous declaration of love. And let's not forget those anti-Valentine's Day parties for the rebels among us. No matter how you choose to celebrate, just remember: love comes in all shapes & sizes.”
― Life is Positive