Quotes / Loving a Shadow

Kai: I'm sorry. I never meant... I love her.
Batgirl: You don't even know her, Kai. You're in love with a memory.

"But what if there weren't other people? Who could judge if you were in love or if you'd just experience a crush on someone; if you just think you are in love?"

"I fell in love," Hans tried, but Lars' condescending gaze made him doubt himself. "Or at least, I-I think I did," he added sheepishly. Surely, Lars should understand that love, indeed, was a probable answer.
"Oh, Hans. If you believe that you fell in love you are more idiotic and naive than even I thought," he said coldly.
"It's true!" Hans said, defensively. "I know it sounds crazy, but Princess Anna loves me and we-"
"She doesn't love you Hans. And you don't love her! You don't even know each other!"
"You're wrong. We felt something tonight. She does love me-"
"She doesn't! She doesn't know any better. It was her first day outside of the castle walls and all she found was you. Who is to say once she gets wind of any other man she bumps into she is not going to fall for him as well?"

The truth was that [Aziraphale] found himself wishing it was the real Crowley who lay with him afterwards, murmuring softness against his neck, running worshipful fingers over his chest and stomach. Wishing those eyes were as gold and glimmering as they should be, wishing that smile was weighted with all their centuries together, wishing that Crowley would call him angel, would call him by his true name. Wishing they'd found a way to do this long, long ago. Wondering if they would ever have the chance now, or if this pale echo was all he could hope for.

Prince: I shall always love the maid who ran away.
Cinderella: And I will always love the faraway prince.

Erin: I'd be here, I love you.
Scott: You love the idea of me.
Erin: But it's such a great idea.

You were my life, but life is far away from fair.
Was I stupid to love you?
Was I reckless to help?
Was it obvious to everybody else?
That I'd fallen for a lie?

Iago: [gushing] You are a perfect human being.
Emilia: [Her eyes widened in alarm] No, I'm not, Iago, do not saddle me with such an impossible responsibility!
Iago: May I enjoy the illusion of your perfection at least for this evening?
Emilia: Only if you promise not to punish me when you realize I'm not.

…except Snape kept carrying that torch for Lily. On paper it sounds sort of beautiful, but in actuality… that’s kind of creepy. More creepy for the fact that he gave up trying to make amends, and never attempted to form a similar relationship with anyone else. He kept a specific version of her in his head, built out of childhood memories and the moments he watched her from afar, and decided that was good enough. It didn’t stop him from offering Lily and her family up to Voldemort the instant he heard a helpful prophecy regarding Harry’s birth. He backtracked, because apparently he was fine with Voldemort killing Lily’s child and husband, the people whom she loved more than anything; he was only horrified at the thought of her death. And that’s not real love—caring for someone without considering their happiness is the exact opposite of love, in point of fact. It makes them an object of your affection rather than a subject.