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51 Cute Love Quotes Make Saying What You’re Really Feeling

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Updated on February 14th, 2019

Love brings up emotions that run the gamut from agony to ecstasy. Love can inspire us to accomplish some of the craziest and most amazing feats. Here’s the thing about love: It’s hard to put into words, but these 50 cute love quotes and love phrases make saying what you’re really feeling to your partner a whole lot easier.




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“You two are too cute,” the counter girl said, setting two cups piled with whipped cream on the counter. She had a sort of lopsided, open smile that made me think she laughed a lot. “Seriously. How long have you been going out?”
Sam let go of my hands to get his wallet and took out some bills. “Six years.”
I wrinkled my nose to cover a laugh. Of course he would count the time that we’d been two entirely different species.
Whoa.” Counter girl nodded appreciatively. “That’s pretty amazing for a couple your age.”
Sam handed me my hot chocolate and didn’t answer. But his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively—I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.
I crouched to look at the almond bark on the bottom shelf in the counter. I wasn’t quite bold enough to look at either of them when I admitted, “Well, it was love at first sight.”
The girl sighed. “That is just so romantic. Do me a favor, and don’t you two ever change. The world needs more love at first sight.”
― Maggie Stiefvater

“Okay. Then…I can talk. Ask me something.”
“Okay.” He laughs shakily in my ear. “Why is your heart racing Tris?”
I cringe and say, “Well, I…I barely know you. I barely know you and I’m crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?”…
“Maybe you were cut out for Candor,” he says, “because you’re a terrible liar.”
― Veronica Roth

“One of the most spiritual things you can do is embrace your humanity. Connect with those around you today. Say, “I love you”, “I’m sorry”, “I appreciate you”, “I’m proud of you”…whatever you’re feeling. Send random texts, write a cute note, embrace your truth and share it…cause a smile today for someone else…and give plenty of hugs.”
― Steve Maraboli

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”
― N.H. Kleinbaum

“Adrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. “And as for who you are, you’re the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter you’ve been since the day I met you.” Finally, he put “beautiful” at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared.

“Sweet talker,” I scoffed. “You didn’t know anything about me the first time we met.”

“I knew you were beautiful,” he said. “I just hoped for the rest.”
― Richelle Mead

“Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. “You’re brilliant,” he says. “But you’re a fool to stay wish someone like me.”

I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. “Then we’re both fools.”
― Marie Lu

“You know,” he said, “under normal circumstances, you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day.”

I crossed my arms and sat on the bed. I did so out of simple fatigue, but a moment later, I was struck by what I was doing. This is where Adrian sleeps. I’m touching the covers he’s wrapped in every night. What does he wear? Does he wear anything?

I jumped up.”
― Richelle Mead

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Shel Silverstein
“Ricky was “L” but he’s home with the flu,
Lizzie, our “O,” had some homework to do,
Mitchell, “E” prob’ly got lost on the way,
So I’m all of the love that could make it today.”
― Shel Silverstein

“Flipping to the front, I caught Aiden’s gaze and offered a sympathetic smile.

“Skittles?”

“Please.”

I dumped some into his open palm, then picked out the green ones. Aiden grinned at me.

“You know I don’t like the green ones?”

Shrugging, I popped them in my mouth.

“The few times I’ve seen you eat them, you leave the green ones behind.”

Deacon popped his head between our seats.

“That’s true love right there.”

“That it is.”

Aiden’s gaze flicked to the road. I flushed like a little schoolgirl and focused on the remaining pieces of candy until Deacon drifted back into his seat. I handed all the red ones to Aiden.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout

“Cameron found himself smiling as he thought about the two tough, acerbic FBI agents. “It’s so cute. They’re in love.”
“It’s like watching two kittens fight with machetes,” Julian muttered.
“Julian.”
“What? Its weird!”
“No its not. They’re perfect for each other. Poor Zane though,” Cameron murmured. “In love with Ty Grady.” He couldn’t imagine how frustrating that would be. Then Julian inhaled, and Cameron chuckled slightly. Yeah, he could actually.”
― Abigail Roux

“She shook off his grip. “I am what I am, and I don’t particularly care what you think of me.”
“Well, I care what you think of me. I care enough that I stayed at this disgusting party for you. And I care enough that I’d attend a thousand more like it so I can spend a few hours with you when you aren’t looking at me like I’M not worth the dirt beneath your shoes.”
― Sarah J. Maas

“When I was just a cute little caterpillar, you loved me. So I became a butterfly so you would never leave.”
― Crystal Woods

“You know the Prince song where the girl’s phone rings but she tells him, “whoever’s calling couldn’t be as cute as you?” I long to live out this moment in real life.”
― Rob Sheffield

“He’s all right. His hair is cute.”
Jonas froze, his lobster fork halfway to his mouth. ” Oh my God, you’re in love.”
“I’m not in love.”
“‘his hair is cute’? You never say anything nice about anyone. Coming from you, cute hair is a mating call.”
” I talked to the guy for thirty seconds. And then he waved at me while i was in the tank.”
“Holy fuck, you’re getting married, aren’t you!”
” Will you simmer. I certainly am not.”
― MaryJanice Davidson

“You’re the girl that I’m falling madly in love with.” I felt all the breath leave me. My mouth fell open, but no words escaped. He chuckled. “A speechless Emma. That’s really cute.”
― Shelly Crane

“It didn’t hurt me. Not “hurt”. Hurt is a four letter word. It’s short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn’t hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe… But no. It didn’t hurt me.
It didn’t “hurt” me at all.”
― Ranata Suzuki

“I think that love is like candy.”
“I don’t like candy either,” I say.
He smiles at me and shakes his head. “I think anyone who says they don’t like candy just hasn’t found the right flavor.”
― Heather Hepler

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“Tell me what I can do to help you feel better.”

Well…I always like when you kiss me…

“Do you?”

You’re good at it.

“Well, that’s lucky. Because I’ll always be kissing you.”
― Kristin Cashore

“I love the sound of it,” Trina whispers, as if speaking too loudly might interrupt the drumming patter of the rain outside. “It makes me want to sleep. Snuggle my head right up in your armpit and snore for three days.”

“My armpit?” Mark repeats. “Good thing we all showered up in the storm this morning. My pits smell like roses. Go ahead and get comfy.”
― James Dashner

“When did you first fall in love?”

“I think, I first fell in love
when I was in fifth grade
with this boy who kept his glass ruler in the sunlight
and made rainbows on my desk with it.”
― Saiber

“Let me just tell you this, Watanabe,” said Midori, pressing her cheek against my neck. “I’m a real, live girl, with real, live blood gushing through my veins. You’re holding me in your arms and I’m telling you that I love you. I’m ready to do anything you tell me to do. I may be a little bit mad, but I’m a good girl, and honest, and I work hard, I’m kind of cute, I have nice boobs, I’m a good cook, and my father left me a trust fund. I mean, I’m a real bargain, don’t you think? If you don’t take me, I’ll end up going somewhere else.”
― Haruki Murakami

“Aaaaw,” squealed Iko. “Did Wold just say he loves Scarlet? That’s so cute!”
Scarlet cringed. “He did not – that wasn’t -” She balled her fists against her sides. “Can we get back to these soldiers that are being rounded up, please?”
“Is she blushing? She sounds like she’s blushing.”
“She’s blushing.” Thorne confirmed, shiffling the cards. “Actually, Wolf is also looking a little flustered -”
― Marissa Meyer

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”
― Tom Schulman

“What can I tell you
about the alchemy of twins?
Twins are
two bodies that dance
to each other’s joy.
Two minds that drown
in each other’s despair.
Two spirits that fly
with each other’s love.
Twins are
two separate beings
conjoined at the heart!”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Why do you flirt with Mr. Daimler? He’s a perv, you know.”
I’m so surprised by the question it takes me a second to answer. “Mr. Daimler is not a perv.”
“Trust me, he is.”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly.”
“I don’t flirt with him, anyway.”
Kent rolls his eyes. “Sure.”
I shrug my shoulders. “Why so interested?”
Kent goes red and drops his eyes to the floor. “No reason,” he mumbles.”
― Lauren Oliver

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“I rolled my eyes. “For defending my honor, you dullard.”
He yanked me beneath a shadowed awning. I had a moment’s panic when I thought he’d spotted trouble, but then his arms were around me and his lips were pressed to mine.
When he finally drew back, my cheeks were warm and my legs had gone wobbly.
“Just to be clear,” he said, “I’m not really interested in defending your honor.”
“Understood,” I managed, hoping I didn’t sound too ridiculously breathless.”
― Leigh Bardugo

“(Lily and Rule discussing wedding plans…)

“You want to get married by Carl?”

“Your father’s cook?”

“Yes, and I’ve been wanting to talk about the doves.”

“Doves.” Her eyes widened in horror. “My mother wanted doves.”

“Perhaps she had a point. Wouldn’t it look splendid, releasing a few dozen white doves all at once to carry our message of hope and love up to –”

“Your are so full of shit.” But she started laughing. “Doves, sure. Our guests would love some flying hors d’oeuvres. Maybe we should have some cute little bunnies for them to chase after the ceremony instead of cake, sending our message of fuzzy, yummy love to flesh eaters everywhre.”
― Eileen Wilks

“Sky: “you’re the best, most understanding boyfriend in the whole wide world.”
Holder: “No, I am not. I’m the most whipped boyfriend in the whole wide world.”
― Colleen Hoover

“The greatest thing about me isn’t even a part of me. It’s you.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“The first time I heard you laugh,
I only wanted to say funny things
so you would always be laughing.
You know what happens to chocolate
when you leave it out in the sun?
I’m that unfortunate chocolate
and you, you are the laughing sun.
For this reason, I am offering myself to you
not as a martyr or some selfless fool,
but as a self-indulgent moth
who actively pursues the light
without much fear for the flame.
The moth who revels in the heat
and declares:
Burn me.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I’ll always be here waiting for you,” he said, touching my chest with his fingertips, drawing a shape of a heart.”
― Karice Bolton

“So, we’re not enemies anymore?” She said.
“I never said I wanted to be, believe me. When I saw you sitting in your own, eating lunch, all I wanted to do was fool around and make you smile.” He shot her a shy glance.”
― Kathryn James,

“If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a simple brooch
so I may rest a while against your chest.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be a forgotten coin
so I may rest a while against your thigh.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me be an unlit cigarette
so I may rest a while in between your lips.
If I can’t be your love,
then let me at least remain in these words
so I may rest a while in your thoughts.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“We have more patience for girls who act like boys than boys who act like girls. A tomboy is considered cute. One day she’ll shuck her muddy jeans and put on a dress, and everyone will gasp at her beauty. They’ll all laugh about her tree-climbing, frog-catching days.

But there’s no such tolerance for the boy who puts on a dress, who wants a toy kitchen or a baby doll to love. Jung would say that this is because, even culturally, our anima is repressed, hated, derided. We hate our female selves. A boyish girl is perfectly acceptable. A girlish boy? Not so much. In certain places, you’d get your ass kicked, find yourself “gay-bashed.” You might even get yourself killed. That’s how much we hate our anima.”
― Lisa Unger

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“He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, I quickly turn away though he obviously knows I’m watching him. I know he’s wondering why I’m staring at him, but he doesn’t ask.
I finally take a sip of coffee, set the mug back on the table, and voice what’s on my mind, “I want to draw you.”
― Ashley Earley

“Leah, wake up.” Dougal sat on the edge of her bed and patted her shoulder.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “What is it,Howard?”
“Howard? Are ye dreaming of Howard?”
Her eyes flickered open. “Dougal?”
“Aye, ’tis me, yer true love, Dougal.”
She smiled drowsily at him. “Yes, that’s true.”
― Kerrelyn Sparks

“I don’t understand why everyone loves you and feels this need to protect me against you or warn me against you.” It was insulting, to tell the truth. Everyone just assumed she’d roll over… “Everyone just automatically assumes that you’re after me and that I’m going to fall for you. It’s insulting.”
― Tijan

“All this waiting.
Waiting for the rain to
stop. Waiting in traffic.
Waiting for the bill.
Waiting at the airport
for an old friend.
Waiting to depart.
Then,
there’s the big waiting:
waiting to grow up. Waiting
for love. Waiting to show your
your parents that when you
have kids you’ll be different.
Waiting to retire. Waiting for
death.
Why do we think waiting
is the antithesis of life
when it is almost
all of it?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,” he added. “Another red-letter day in history.”
― J.M. Richards

“I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257 foot bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you’re standing next to the right person.”
― Jennifer Niven

“You need to eat more.” (…)
“Then I’d get fat, and you wouldn’t like me.”
Johnny tweaked her nose in teasing response and shifted her into a more comfortable position with her back against his chest. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and his arms hugged her waist before they were settled to his satisfaction. Rachel, spellbound, cast a sideways glance up and back to find that his eyes on her face were as bright and hot as the clear August sky overhead.
“You still don’t get it, do you, teacher? I’d like you any way I could get you, any way at all. Besides, I bet you’d be cute fat. A little round dumpling.”
― Karen Robards

“She was in awe of all his work. ‘How do you do it?” she asked.
He smiled and said, ‘By loving you.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“In India, there are thousands of girls who kill their true loves just because of their family respect. But we still don’t value their feelings, dreams, and emotions.”
― Brajendra Pandey

“What is your preference?” She felt nearly sick asking this question.
“My preference is to pack you in my suitcase,but those TSA people are so picky,and there’s some kind of stupid regulation about human trafficing and-”
“Justin. This is serious.”
― Jessica Park

“Oh, please,” said Simon. “All I did was tell you the entire plot if Star Wars”
“I don’t think I remember that,” said Isabelle, taking a cookie from the plate on the table.
“Oh, yeah? Who was Luke Skywalker’s best childhood friend?”
“Biggs Darklighter,” Isabelle said immediately, and hit the table with the flat of her hand. “That is so cheating!” Still, she grinned at him around her cookie.
“Ah,” said Magnus. “Nerd love. It is a beautiful thing…”
― Cassandra Clare

“Spiritualists believe that a cockroach has a soul, just like a human, and is therefore every bit as worthy of life and love. I reject that idea entirely, but respect the cockroach, and every animal on the spectrum of appreciation between us, not because it has a soul, but because you, human, do not have a soul either, and are every bit as pointless, mindless and in the great scheme of things worthless as the cockroach. The only difference is that you choose to veil your tyranny, your obsession, your anger, your loneliness and your bestiality beneath a vague fantasy you call “love” to protect your frail belief in your own divinity. Only when the lights are off, or when protected by the sanctity of cute romances or adorable titles such as “mother” and “father” do you show how hideous you truly are. Wake up, animal, chaos is the only God.”
― Max Davine

“I love you like the 21 letters of the Alphabet.”
“No stupid, there’s 26 letters.”
“Oh yeah! U R A Q T! (You Are A CuTee)”
― Tamjid Ahmed

“Being submissive isn’t cute,
Unless it’s behind close doors
And you like being on all fours
For your man
…or woman
Then you do you.”
― Musa M.

“I never thought I’d find you catching prey for Sandstorm. Special to you, is she?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Fireheart protested. His fur suddenly felt hot and prickled as if ants were crawling through it. “Sandstorm is just a friend.”

Graystripe let out a putt of amusement. “Oh sure, if you say so.” He strolled up the slope and lowered his head to butt Fireheart affectionately on the shoulder. “You’re lucky, Fireheart. She’s a very impressive cat.”

Fireheart opened his mouth and then closed it again. Graystripe wouldn’t be convinced no matter what he said – and besides, maybe he was right.”
― Erin Hunter

“Well then, those folks are judgmental assholes,” Liv spat. “You’re more than a fucking label, Z. You’re an amazing chef, a mediocre bassist, and you’ve got this dorky way of scratching the back of your head whenever you talk about anything personal, which isn’t often, but holy hell is it cute. I know you way better than any of those folks casting stones do, and I adore everything you are, Zane Parata.”
― Katherine McIntyre

It was hard to imagine I would ever walk down the aisle again. It was like a death in the family: You go through the mourning stage, then the rebellion, and then all of a sudden you have to find life by yourself. Once you do that, you feel complete—and that’s the only time you can truly fall in love again, and give yourself over completely to another person.”
–Jessica Simpson

Source: goodreads