I love you is a strong word

Hypothetical inferences
We’ve got out differences
That’s for sure
But I say that I like you
And you say that you like you too

If I try to hold your hand on the subway
Will you promise not to make a scene?
Because I’m very self-conscious and scared of contact
If you know what I mean

Situational irony
I don’t do much ironing
But I’m sure
You already notice that
I mean “Come On” look at all these wrinkles on my shirt

And I just wanted to say that I like your hair
I just wanted to say that I like your hair

Claustrophobic tendencies when everyone stares at me
I feel small
It’s hard to be yourself in a room full of people that you don’t know at all
But I see you in the corner on your phone
Probably talking to a friend
Do you mind if i come over and say «Hi»?
It will just take a second

But I might stay and see how you’ve been doing
It’s been a while we should get coffee together some time

Because I like you, I miss you, I loved you
Yeah, I like you, I miss you, I loved you
Yeah, I like you, I miss you, I loved you
Yeah, I like you

The placement of an apostrophe, it can change everything
I am I yours?
Lately I’ve been lacking confidence
Possess the sickness
I am at a constant loss for words

Contents

• Strong Love Messages
• Powerful Love Messages
• Strong Love SMS
• Strong Love Message for Her
• Strong Love Messages for Him
• Strong Relationship Quotes
• We Will Be Strong Poem

There were a couple of years where I got a bit lost — I went out too much, I was a bit heartbroken, thought I was a bit more of a dude than I really was. I would love to go back and have a strong word with myself. — James Corden

That word. I would have given anything to hear her say it over the summer, to have had the chance to say it back, but now, more than ever, I understand its true power. How it can make you ache as much as it can make you soar. How it shouldn’t be said in return unless you mean it as deeply as the speaker. And that’s not something you can ever know. Not truly. There’s too much blind faith involved and that word is always, always a risk. You’ll get hurt. Or the other person will. You’ll stomp on someone’s heart without meaning to. Loving is foolish and risky, like trying to raise a building in a bog. Emotions don’t make strong foundations. — Erin Bowman

Part of the problem with the word ‘disabilities’ is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted. But what of people who can’t feel? Or talk about their feelings? Or manage their feelings in constructive ways? What of people who aren’t able to form close and strong relationships? And people who cannot find fulfillment in their lives, or those who have lost hope, who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy, no love? These, it seems to me, are the real disabilities. — Fred Rogers

Ryzhkova was accustomed to tarot with its layers of meaning, interpretations, and reversals, and how a picture might look one way but contain a contrary truth. Used to her silent apprentice, she had forgotten that language itself was as subtle and slippery as her cards, and that words contained hidden seeds that blossomed with a speaker’s intent. A wish for safety meant nothing if the force behind it was a desire to kill. Though she spoke of love and protection, dread, grief, and anger bled through. Each word that fell from her tongue bound itself to paper with a small part of her soul, infusing the cards not with love as she thought, but with a hex burned strong and deep by fear. Buried in the heart of the deck, the Fool’s eyes shut. She closed the box. A — Erika Swyler

Reese is a caring, talented, intelligent woman with a big heart and a strong will.» Every word Trent spoke was filled with love. «I promise you that I will treat her as the love of my life, because that’s who she is. — Bella Andre

You’ve no idea the restraint I’ve created. A word, which in a past life, never held special meaning for me, flows now through the blood of my veins as if to remind me it was always there. Like you, always there. You said I was not strong. So I created strength to fight against these natural feelings which keep me tied to you. I drew a line in the sand so I would not step towards your door again. I have boundaries, strength and pride. What I do not have is you. And that is the only part I wanted. You’ve no idea the restraint I’ve created. You’ve no idea the bold wall I’ve built to keep me out of your compromising arms. — Coco J. Ginger

Hate is a strong word,» I say, offering her some eggs, which she accepts.
«So is love. At least I didn’t say that.»
«So is elephant, but people say that all the time,» says Sophie, bounding back down the stairs and sending Jade and me into fits of laughter. — Haley Fisher

It isn’t that I like it and I don’t like it — that’s too simple. Or, if you will, it isn’t «both yes and no.» It’s «this but also that.» I’d love to settle in on a strong feeling or reaction. But, having seen whatever I see, my mind keeps on going and I see something else. It’s that I quickly see the limitations of whatever I say or whatever judgment I make about anything. There’s a wonderful remark of Henry James: «Nothing is my last word on anything.» There’s always more to be said, more to be felt. — Susan Sontag

It’s strange, talking about love. I used to hate the word.
Hate is too strong. I was sick of reading about it in books, hearing it in songs, watching it in films. It seemed such a huge burden to place on another person — to love them; to give them something so unbelievably fragile and expect them not to break it or lose it or leave it behind on the No.96 bus. — Michael Robotham

In my own opinion (key word), the foundation of feminism is this: being able to choose. The core of anti-feminism is, conversely, telling a woman she can’t do something solely because she’s a woman — taking any choice away from her specifically because of her gender … One of the weird things about modern feminism is that some feminists seem to be putting their own limits on women’s choices. That feels backward to me. It’s as if you can’t choose a family on your own terms and still be considered a strong woman. How is that empowering? Are there rules about if, when, and how we love or marry and if, when, and how we have kids? Are there jobs we can and can’t have in order to be a «real» feminist? To me, those limitations seem anti-feminist in basic principle. — Stephenie Meyer

We are all a volume on a shelf of a library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands. A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as fiesty; we are thickly layered, page upon lying page, behind simple covers. And love — it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together. — Deb Caletti

Hate is such a strong word … But I LOVE the fact that I’m going to find myself, so that someday I’ll stop using it. — Sarah Ayoub

If hate, the antonym of love, is one strong word that we all know it exist but despise, why do people like playing with LOVE like it’s nonentity? — PK Gyewu Akrofi

Anna took love very seriously. She loved love. No, worshipped, that’s the word. She worshipped love. That was the only thing which had any place in her life. That and hatred. Do you know what neutron stars are?’
‘They’re planets with such compactness and high surface gravity that if I dropped this cigarette on one of them it would strike with the same force as an atom bomb. It was the same with Anna. Her gravitation to love-and hatred-was so strong that nothing could exist in the space between them. Every tiny detail caused an atomic explosion. Do you understand? It took me time to understand. She was like Jupiter-hidden behind an eternal cloud of sulphur. And humour. And sexuality. — Jo Nesbo

Love is simply too strong a word to be of much use in ordinary, day-to-day relationships. Love is for Romeo and Juliet. — Kurt Vonnegut

Love. There’s no argument, no matter how strong, that can overcome that word. — Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

Love is beautiful. A gift from God. I think it’s sad, how easily we throw around the word without actually understanding the sacrifice behind its meaning. Love in its definition isn’t about a strong feeling towards someone, but an action. If people truly understood what it was — our world would be changed. Love is sacrifice, it’s holding someone’s hand even though you know they can’t feel it — Rachel Van Dyken

I think is sad, how easily we throw around the word without actually understanding the sacrifice behind its meaning. Love in its definition isn’t about a strong feeling towards someone, but action. — Rachel Van Dyken

As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. There are seven words that will make a person love you. There are ten words that will break a strong man’s will. But a word is nothing but a painting of a fire. A name is the fire itself. — Patrick Rothfuss

The artist, and particularly the poet, is always an anarchist in the best sense of the word. He must heed only the call that arises within him from three strong voices: the voice of death, with all its foreboding, the voice of love and the voice of art. — Federico Garcia Lorca

God brings us a song so that we may know joy. He enters our hearts so that we may know how to love. God brings us his word so that we may know how to live our lives. He brings us his peace so that we may be strong. God helps to make the world a more loving place. — Phil Mitchell

Love heals. Heals and liberates. I use the word love, not meaning sentimentality, but a condition so strong that it may be that which holds the stars in their heavenly positions and that which causes the blood to flow orderly in our veins. — Maya Angelou

There’s a reason for the word heartbeat not be called beat of heart. The perfect woman only needs a good beat. The heart will follow. Emotions, when put in equilibrium with reason, create more miracles than any emotion, no matter how strong, deprived from reason. This is why it’s much easier to love a woman that can play the drums or any other instrument with rhythm, than one that believes in unreasonable magic, simply because there’s more magic in reason than in the lack of it. You see, loving someone that you truly want to love, someone you admire, someone you want to spend your time with, helping, sharing and growing together, makes much more sense than expecting someone to love you for no reason than your will, needs and desires. And when humans understand this, they will understand love, find it easily and never lose it again. — Robin Sacredfire

Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy. — Margaret Of Valois

Shame isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel.
«You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,» Haymitch says. — Suzanne Collins

Even though I’d been terrified and in pain, I’d thought he was handsome. Except that wasn’t even a strong enough word: he was beautiful in a way that was almost painful. Flawless in a way that seemed surreal, like a figment of imagination. So perfect, it was off-putting, because while it was something that could be worshipped, it wasn’t something that could be touched or loved. He’d been snide, nasty, and wicked, and I’d loathed him. Except even then I’d sensed something wasn’t right, that there was a mismatch between what I was seeing and hearing and what I felt. It was this mismatch that made him captivating, and even as I was grasping for ways to escape, the need to know more about him had lurked in my heart. — Danielle L. Jensen

All the external adoration, respect and adulation in the word, can’t drown out the internal voices that tell us, we are not good enough and unworthy of; happiness, love and an abundant life. When we need others to tell us were amazing, worthy and lovable, in order to feel good about ourselves, it is never enough. It goes into the bottomless pit where our inherent self-worth should be. It may feel like we are reaching out to receive love, but in actuality, we are seeking external noise to help drown out our negative core beliefs.
Love blossoms from the inside out. That is why it is so important to do the work necessary to heal our emotional wounds, to love ourselves and stand strong in who we are. Only then, are we truly free to give and receive love, unconditionally and in abundance. — Jaeda DeWalt

That’s right,» I said. «Grand and complex. You say love because people believe in the word, it has a shared meaning and demands respect. It makes the strength stronger. But the strength can be unpredictable, it can gain a life of its own and turn on itself enough to make love into something too strong, this massive force. Something horrifying, brief flashes, this same strength. — Kyle Beachy

Do I need a safe word?» «You either tust me or you don’t, Emily — Laurelin Paige

It’s hard to find words to explain why you love someone, they don’t make words with that much passion. And even if they did, there isn’t a perfect combination of syllables and sounds to create a word strong enough to explain love. Love is just a filler word, a useless word that tries to do a job that no word can. — Kandi Steiner

You teach me now how cruel you’ve been — cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you — they’ll damn you. You loved me — what right had you to leave me? What right — answer me — for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart — you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you — Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave? — Emily Bronte

The problem with the word «vagina» is that vaginas seem to be just straight-out bad luck. Only a masochist would want one, because only awful things happen to them. Vaginas get torn. Vaginas get «examined.».. No. Let’s clear this up right now — I don’t actually have a vagina. I never have. I, personally, have a cunt. Cunt is a proper, old, historic, strong word, and it doubles up as the most potent swear word in the English language. Yeah. That’s how powerful it is, guys. If I tell you what I’ve got down there, old ladies and clerics might faint. I like how shocked people are when you say «cunt.» Compared to this, the most powerful swear word men have got out of their privates is «dick,» which is frankly vanilla. In a culture where nearly everything female is still seen as squeam-inducing and/or weak — menstruation, menopause, just the sheer, simple act of calling someone «a girl» — I love that «cunt» stands on its own, as the supreme, unvanquishable word. — Caitlin Moran

Whenever I learn a new word, I feel strong, for I discover a new world.
Whenever I share a word, I feel weak: I give away a sparkle of my dreams. (Soar) — Soar