falling in love - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Be in love with how your lover loves you... with their consideration and emotional warmth, with their need to care for you and listen to your soul deeply. When you can do that with another you have all the real gold this universe has to offer, and though the gates are always open for you to leave, love keeps a warm home for your soul to return to and to rest in for as long as you have the need. Be it for a few moments or a life time, love does not distinguish, yet always welcomes with sweet grace and humble gratitude.
Before you, I've only ever really loved two men, and they were so very different to each other. You are some holy blend of them both, as if the universe made someone that if I ever met them, I'd know for sure they were unique in all the world. So, I'm so happy to have met you, and I'm scared too; there is such joy and such pain. I've never wanted any form of eternity until now, I never saw the point. So stay, be in love with me too, be brave enough to take my hand.
I never lived a moment of my life, before meeting you. You can't be separated from me! This heart was angry when I was without you. And that today I met you once more, this heart says that it is colored in your colors! I am yours. Be mine. Nothing in me is mine; it's all yours. I've fallen in your charm; make me yours. This unusual feeling- it aches my heart, sweetheart. How long? I can't wait! And when your heart came across mine in it's path, every beat was celebrated, by your grace. I have risen to meet you; hidden in your heart. The moment you are with me- I rejoice life in that mini-second. Getting you was all I wanted; I have no more wishes. Christ has done his deeds for me! I am made from you, and I am needless without you. Be with me; make me yours. This feeling, that I can't explain; I will just be brave enough to admit that I'm falling for you.
The Lord has made me insensitive to any affliction in life. The storm has made me the plank of the canoe. So, I picked up all the restlessness of the world, and when I couldn't be made into anything, Jesus gave me this heart. That was meant to love you. The heart, whose sole job was to sing your praise and love you.
O Soulmate, please come to me, after all! Come to me, and let me wrap you and make you warm in my arms. It will give me enormous calm, forever. It will make me glad incessantly.
As my eyelids close, Christ knows who I hunt for, that snatches away my siesta. Christ knows, whom I crave so much, that all my wishes are lame against her. I used to believe my power naps were threaded; they were haunted. But no. Since you came into my dull life, I have understood, that you are what I need.
O Love; show this wayfarer his way. And hold his finger, so as to guide him. Without you, his reason to live is lost.
'cause I love you with my heart and soul. Cause I am wothless without my light.
Falling in love with you was the easy part; it's admitting to myself that it happened that's hard. You see I've had these very efficient defences for so long and you didn't even notice them. How rude. I guess they were meant for others and you had your own door. I could ask why, but what's the point? You're here and I'm so glad, even if I'm sometimes hiding, imagining a distance instead of seeing you right there.
Falling in love with you was like entering a house and finally realizing I'm home. When you smile at me I feel invisible hands wrapping around me making me feel safe. When your eyes are locked on mine, it's like I can see galaxies instead of just pupils. Having you in my life makes me feel like everything's possible in this world, like I can conquer anything. I don't regret meeting you and I know you might be my first but what I really wish in life is for you to be my last.
I married you with my eyes and soul on that night in London town. I married you with my heart and every future dream. I saw all of you, the joys and the sorrows, and I knew I was home. And the funny unfunny part is - I wish I had told you, perhaps one day I will.
When he looked at me it was as if every ounce of breath was taken from my lungs floating into the air like midnight smoke. Every time he kissed me it felt like the world stopped, leaving just the two of us to wander the earth together. Every time he held my face between his hands it felt like he was untying all of my knots. Holding me for eternity in the arms I've grown so accustomed to. This is what falling in love was like, a story you never wanted to end. For so long I had longed for it, and now I can't bare to lose it - lose this thing that makes me feel so complete.
When I see you, it's as if space and time become the finest point imaginable, as if time collapses into one tiny speck and explodes at light speed. It's as if my universe begins and ends with you. I could run forever, search forever, but in the end, every path leads right back to your heart and soul. I love you, always.
I trace his lip lightly with the tip of my finger. It pouts slightly, and I have such an urge to bite it, to kiss it, to wrap us up in a quilt and listen to our gentle breathing, watching the cotton ripple like skipping stones and sharing crooked smiles. His lip feels slightly chapped under my feather light touches but I simply cannot bring myself to give a damn. I gaze so intently at each divot of that lip, as if it could map out ancient seas and college plans and tell me everything I don't know. And I don't want to look up. Because if I look up, I may find myself at the mercy of questioning eyes, pleading, begging to know what I was doing, and I'm not at liberty to say because I simply do not know. "Do I love you?" I cannot form an answer with my lips because I am so focused on yours.
Then the memory passes, my eyes seeing once more, my ears hearing the here and now. I wish I had known just how painful my fixation on your lip would be, because loving the rest of you was torture, and sometimes I look back and wonder if i could have even stopped myself, warned myself away from such elegant heartbreak. Would I have even listened?
Or would the slight tickle of your breath expelling from that goddamn lip cause my words to stick to my throat, plastering themselves to my trachea and refusing to dispel into the palpable air. And the silence would have carried on forever and ever, until we dispersed into dust and scattered ourselves between remains of atoms of an age long gone - until a time I might hear your voice echo through the nothing.
I love you in the way a puppy loves - devoted, playful, trusting. I guess I should be ashamed of that somehow; aren't we all supposed to be tough? Yet I prefer to be strong; strong enough to risk being broken all over again, to love again, full knowing my own fragility. I've known heartbreak enough to shatter my mind, to leave my soul feeling like dust in the wind and my body unwilling to live. But, my love, you are worth my life and all that I have left is yours.
I'm in love with him.
He never leaves my mind, he's always there; mentally if not physically. It's just incomprehensible. He's my one stable force, my one stability in a world filled with chaos and I so desperately need that in my life. I love him so much for that. I’m in love with him and I can’t believe I’ve only just realised it.
This feeling is so strange; it stretches throughout my whole body. It’s overwhelming, yet makes me feel complete. It has no bound nor length nor depth; it’s just absolute. It feels as though I’m in a dangerous fire, yet I’m completely safe at the same time. It feels as though someone’s given me peace. It feels as though my heart is dancing around my chest; and a hole, I was never aware was there, has been filled. I feel so light, like I’m on top of the world yet my heart is constricting and it feels as if there’s no oxygen in my lungs.
It’s strange – frightening even – how you can go from someone being a complete stranger, to then being completely infatuated by them and wondering how it ever was that you were able to live without them, because you sure as hell couldn’t imagine being without them now. I know we’re only young, and most people would consider me to be foolish and naïve, but it’s true when I say that I love him more than I could ever love myself. He’s my best friend and, as cheesy as it sounds, he’s my anchor. My one stability in this world filled with chaos.
His hand reaches for mine and they interlock as we kiss tentatively, passionately and then, tenderly. He pulls the thick woollen sweater up, over my head and I feel the little sparks of static dancing over my skin. I’m not sure whether they’re from my sweater or if they’re from where his hands gently skimmed my skin; either way, it’s a magical feeling and causes me to shiver in complete pleasure and ecstasy.
His lips press against mine with passion, love, and affection as his warm hands roam all over my naked body leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers so I feel his warm breath in my ear. I wrinkle my nose in protest.
“Shut up and kiss me.” I whisper back.
His lips gently brush mine and I smell his minty breath as our naked bodies press together. He slowly massages my breast as we kiss, causing me to arch my back and moan softly into his mouth. I roll my head to the side, my chest rising and falling dramatically under his influence. He smiles into the kiss as my fingers tug at his short hair and my other hand scratches at his back.
“Jack, I love you” I whisper as our eyes make contact.
In my life I have only ever fallen twice. Once with an opposite and once with a mirror. It would have been so neat for one to follow the other, but like many things in life they came close together. I can only ever be with one, give one my heart, body and soul. So though both were precious gifts, one brought joy and the other pain.
To the one I give myself to, I place my all in their hands. I give them the power to save me or destroy me. With perfect love comes perfect trust and the knowledge that should my love wish me gone, I would raise no hand in defence.
I have lived long enough to know that what we share I can't replicate with another. This love, this feeling, is just you and me. I could travel the world and the seven seas; I'd still have to come right back here if I wanted true love. It's not that nobody else wants me, or you, but that we were born to spark and run the same course. We are the protectors of one another, confidents and true friends. The trust I give you, that you give me, is what keeps us safe in this world, in this life. So whether this heart beats another day or another hundred years - it is yours.
Love, you are the sky and the clouds; you are the gentle river and the birds that sing. I feel you in the air, long for your touch, recall you in a way that sends electricity to spark my mind, body and soul. You are medicine; you are light; you are laughter and hope. I slipped my heart into your pocket some time ago and there it will stay, safe and sound.
As soon as we meet I knew you were the one
The one I would spend my days thinking of
And the one I would spend my nights dreaming about
The one who would hold me when I cried
And the one who would laugh with me
The one who I would share my life with
And the one I would love
I knew all that as soon as we met.
I keep falling in love with you and each time is harder than the last. Every time the feeling gets deeper, more complete, more bewitching. There isn't a thing I wouldn't do to keep you safe. Don't ever think you have to ask for my affection because you don't, and you never did. The more love I give you the more I have bursting inside of me... crazy, huh? The more love we share the more it multiplies. I wish I could say the same of these chocolate raisins...
His mother said he was a "diamond in the rough," and I knew what she meant. But to me Eddie was simply a diamond. The rest of the world could be as rough as it desired but it never effected him, he shone with inner beauty all the same. I guess that's part of why I fell in love with him, that sparkle nothing and nobody could ever take away.
Leanne had had that shy look young women often wear, but it was never morose. Always behind those slightly pursed lips was a smile just waiting to be tempted out. I never wanted to guess where she was from in case I got it wrong; I liked her. Sometimes she'd look my way and I generally pretended not to notice, too much interest and I think she would have run. But when I did return her glances I didn't have to try to smile, it just came naturally. In those moments she would blush ever so slightly and I'd imagine her being my girl. But some people are worth the wait and she was of them. I didn't even know if she was allowed to date a white guy. But that day I took a chance and invited her to the movies I saw something flicker in her eyes that I never wanted to die...
Liam had all the height of a man but none of the bulk. There were muscles under his shirt, but not the bulky kind men can get from years of weight lifting. From behind he could be anywhere in his late teens to early thirties, but when he turned that face was all boy. He was lit up with that grin boys wear when they have something mischievous planned. His sandy hair flopped over his eyes in the way no office worker could get away with and on his wrist were bracelets in woven leather. He was eighteen if a day and he stole my heart without even knowing it was in his pocket.
When I met you I'd already lost my entire world. How can you hang on to something so incomprehensible? How can you keep pouring love into an abyss? But then there you were. There was something in those brown eyes that was so beautiful, so safe and warm. In just one look I was "home." I reached out and made the connection, and like God Himself had arranged it, you fell for me just as hard. That first day we talked, just the two of us, I still recall the conversation, the feeling you gave. You didn't know it, but that day you saved me. We became inseparable, and though not married yet, we were one from that day on. But don't the years take their toll my love? Or perhaps it isn't time, it's this modern life we all work for, strive for, embrace while it destroys us. We work to raise a family, we love our children without bounds, and then we look at one another with tired eyes and empty limbs. I am as much in love with you today as I ever was, perhaps even more so, but I'm tired...
I was born into an upper middle classed home and the teaching began right after birth. I had the most stimulating toys money could buy and a moderately priced nanny to keep me amused. I loved her, I remember her still, but when the job ended she left and I never saw her again. School began, a little pressed uniform and a kindly teacher. We learned through songs and recited our alphabet. There were after-school clubs, then home to eat dinner while Mom and Dad made their evening phone calls. Each day blended into the next and the only thing my parents ever asked me was about my grades, not my feelings, not who I was. Then when the pressure intensified and I found I couldn't get the grades they demanded, the punishments began. A mark less than an A in any subject meant “privileges” revoked. Then I met Gregor.
Gregor got grades like they were gifts from above and said he had no intention of being anything his parents would approve of. He was like me, handed from “professional” to “professional” since birth, never feeling truly loved. But he took my hand and told me I didn't need to do anything to impress him, I didn't need to pass math to be his girl, but I was free to outshine him academically in every subject and he wouldn't mind a bit. “Exams are just hoops for the corporate world, it's how they select us, like sheep from a pen. Then we do their tricks for food and shelter until we're mutton and too old to dance in the sun. Dance with me, Olivia. I don't promise you riches, I don't promise you the suburban house and a picket fence. I plan to spend my life making and designing products for a greener world, I don't know if that will keep us comfortably or not. But I promise to love you faithfully for the rest of our lives, and I mean the kind of love that puts you before anyone else, the kind of love that would face down the devil himself to protect you. Will you come with me?”
On the top was flawless black skin and eyes that shone brightly - making Erica want to get to know the person within. She watched him move, there was something of the urban warrior in him combined with a gentleness that made her heart reach out. He put the engine together like he'd been doing it all his life, every movement competent and flowing. She bit her lip, how could she start a conversation when she didn't know him? Then in that instant he turned and caught her eye; before she could turn away with shyness a genuine grin spread across his face, turning it from handsome into divine. In that moment she felt her body flush warm. This was a person she wanted to know more than she'd ever felt before. This was a guy she could love forever.
In her embrace the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no wind, no rain. Evelyn's mind was at peace. How could it be that she hadn't seen Clara's love for what it was before? Pure. Unselfish. Undemanding. Free. She felt her body press in, soft and warm. This was the love she'd waited for, prayed for. She inwardly thanked God and hugged all the tighter. A love like this was to be cherished for life. Finally, she was home.
Were we ever strangers? I'm not sure we were. That day I first saw you there was something even then, though I didn't know what. I wonder if there's an element of time that allows us to feel a strong love, like an orange glow bursting over a dark horizon. It was light for our eyes only, something to carry us through this life. It was the dawn of the person I am today, the person I was destined to be. I would give up anything in the world for you, I would do anything to keep you safe. Though I work hard to keep you comfortable now and into our old age, I'd rather be poor in money than risk loosing your heart. I recall the day our bond was forged. It was like being let into the warmth after a lifetime of winter. I could never wish to go back to even a day before that. You are the greatest treasure of my life, the one, the only one.
Carl smiled softly. Though the newspapers blew about the street he paid them no mind, they were no more bother than fall leaves, just ugly. He passed the graffiti and the scarred lampposts, barely noticing the beat up old cars. This avenue might be falling apart just as much as it ever was, but he'd found his love and not a thing or a person could ever take that away. The people that passed him didn't irritate him any longer, perhaps one day they would see the world though love's eyes like he did, he hoped so. Ahead was the intersection and his bus stop, he was early. There would be time enough to enjoy the early summer warmth before boarding. The air was sweet and there was no hurry, his world had been cast anew and he was savouring every moment.
Really, she was mannerly enough to avoid gawking at random strangers. But this boy before her, radiating with nothing but grace, had her enthralled. He was mesmerizing in every way. The faint glimmer of the afternoon sun ghosted over his pale skin and eyes as deep as the heart of the sea. And when those very eyes shifted and finally acknowledged her presence, a surge of understanding had calmed and further mystified her at the same time. From the moment she first laid her eyes on him, she knew he could never be hers.
He held out his hand for her to take. She complied, but instead of shaking hands like everyone else, he brought her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon it. Raven felt her face flush warm and the hairs on her neck stand. Something fluttered in her stomach. She didn't know what that feeling was. Raven thought it was a bizarre sensation, but it wasn't unpleasant. In that moment she knew that if she spoke, her words would fumble and she wouldn't be able to make her usual witty remarks. Right there and then, she was at a loss for everything; no words, no breath, no thoughts. The only thing that came out of her mouth at that moment was her name, and even then it came out shaky and quiet. Raven Juliette Potter, for once in her life, had her breath taken away by a complete stranger - by the eyes of a complete stranger. Something her partner Nathan couldn't even dream of doing...
Jeremiah had cast his spell on me - like he did with all the other girls. I didn't want to accept that he did. I couldn't bear to be like the other girls Jeremiah has thrown away. I wanted him to feel different about me. The safe side of me - the same side that backed away from the chance to have the kiss of a lifetime - wanted me to back away, to go back to being the same old nerdy me. The mischievous side, wanted to get a ticket on the train Jeremiah was conducting with his mystery, charm, and lovable nature - just to see where I'd wind up. I'd end up somewhere perfect, with me and Jeremiah loving each other unconditionally, no question about our feelings, just love. If only he felt the same...
In this life falling in love can be the worst of crimes, or so it seems. We exchange only glances, the lightest of touches, jokes and warmth - no more. Yet for this there is no forgiveness. Were this a different time and place we would be lovers; instead we are friends who love, nurture and protect. So, I'll be your "criminal," watched as such, feeling the eyes of the world. For you I would take a bullet, a real one, so let them judge what they can't understand; I know who I am; I know who you are right to your core. This is love.
My love, you are the open door - aged oak soft in the light of a burning fire. I stand on the threshold looking in, watching the sunlight that streams through a window. There are fireside chairs, warm colours and a peacefulness. I want to to walk in, to gently push on the door, feel it beneath my palm. I want to sit in a chair and feel the warmth that radiates, my skin illuminated by the light. And I want to stay there forever, with you. In this life, you are the only one my soul feels so safe with. You're my heaven and I can be yours.
I can’t stop thinking about him.
I don’t know how he has gotten into my head. And I hate the fact that he can mess up with my mind just so easily. To be honest, I’m afraid of love. I’m afraid of the feeling that someone keeps stucking in my heart, making me wondering all night whether he had feelings for me too. You know, that kind of pain. Pains are caused by being rejected when you decide to give all your heart to someone doesn’t need it. Pains are caused by opening your heart so easily and casually.
And there you are, alone, heartbroken, depressed as fuck, but can never think by yourself how to escape that nightmare. How not to remember his shinny smile, his flawless beauty then stop giggling to yourself in the dark. Then the memories with his presence spills out of your mind again. You even daydream about him, with you standing next to, about something called ‘our beautiful love’.
Oh. What a shame, dear! Whenever you wake up from the nightmare named ‘daydreaming’, you will find out that nothing in it may come true. This love is so hopeless. And so hurtful. And I don’t want this kind of love. I don’t even need this kind of love. The one can make me destroy myself unconsciously.
So I tell myself that he isn’t the right one. Maybe he is. Maybe I should keep my distance from him. Make sure that I can hold and keep a little piece that I still have inside my heart.
People told me that love can heal a person.
But no one told that love can destroy a person, too.
My face warmed as she crept closer and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I normally do not like skinship but this felt different. I longed for it; I craved it. The way her nimble hands caressed my face, or her gentle eyes met my own. Her beauty was incredible; my heart was falling for her by the second.
I walk to class thinking. Its been a while since I have seen him. Maybe things have changed.
I am not in love with him.
I tear my thoughts away from him and think about how I am changed. It is a new year and I do not need him.
I am not in love with him.
I sit down in my class pretending not to notice his absence. It is good that he is not here because then I can further shrink this ball of affection that rules my heart.
I am not in love with him.
My thoughts are interrupted when he stumbles into the room. His tousled brown hair is damp with snow. His angelic, porcelain skin has a faint red flush. His chocolate brown eyes are full of laughter. They meet mine and I look down embarrassed.
I am so in love with him.
Falling in love with you was not planned. We were supposed to be friends, just you and me and nothing in between. But our stars aligned and a great force pulled us together. I would never forget the way your face rested on my dry dark hands. Holding your soft pale face gave me a sense that I finally belonged, that I was loved. Your glistening cerulean eyes had a power of washing away my sorrows. Kissing your thin lips stopped the world from turning, it was just you and me in this big scary universe. But its alright, because you're there with me.
Ever since her eyes locked with mine, her hand brushed against me, her velvet like voice reached my ear, I knew I would be putty in her hands. I have been in love with her for years and yet I still get the same feeling I got when she first told me she loves me back. Her lips against mine gives me such a rush that nearly makes me fall over. Each day with her is another day I fall more for her smile, her laugh, her easy-going personality and everything else about her. Not a rewarding climb of a mountain nor a golden medal could make me feel as amazing, as loved, as she makes me feel.
How long does it take to fall in love?
A second? A month? A year?
It's like asking someone how long it takes to fall asleep. Some people are gone as soon as their heads hit the pillow. Others lie awake for hours and it's only when their brain stops churning for a while that sleep sneaks in and drags them under.
We call them "knights in shining armour" perhaps because in the night we need "amour" or "love" to shine for us. Or perhaps it is that only love can find its way through the armour we all wear and polish, hiding the self that is so vulnerable and soft. Either way, when the joust began there was only ever going to be one winner for me, they could polish the metal and strut all they wanted, my heart had been taken, or perhaps I gave it away one starlit eve.