He wondered if he might be in love, but realized it was far more likely he was dying. — Herbie Brennan Copy Share Image
“And i have often wondered who, Who could love you the way i do?” — Corinne Bailey Rae Copy Share Image
I've always wondered why love choses the good ones as its' punching bag. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“wondered, could someone love you if you didn’t tell him the whole truth?” — Alex Flinn Copy Share Image
“And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“[...] I always wondered how love could translate into an emergency room visit.” — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Anyone who ever wondered how much they could love a child who did not spring from their own loins, know this: it… — Nia Vardalos Copy Share Image
Rahul had wondered how someone could love their beloved so much that their dedication to them became one of the wonders of… — Faraaz Kazi Copy Share Image
What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love… — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
I’ve always wondered why love has to be so full of conflict and strife. Why can’t love be simple? Why can’t it… — Bella Andre Copy Share Image
“What were the chances you'd ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love… — Rainbow Rowell Copy Share Image
“Did you know I always thought you were braver than me? Did you ever guess that that was why I was so… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
She turned to face him. She reached over and touched his hand, hesitantly, gently, amazed that after all these years had somehow… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
“He always wondered whether there was love in real life, whether he would ever see and experience true love? What true love… — Raj Doctor Copy Share Image
“She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins.… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image