Best 943 of Love story quotes - MyQuotes
I am a mathematician and I can confidently say that the best figure ever produced is your phone number.
I don’t know if we’re in a love story or a story about love.
Maybe even all this time, from the time he broke my heart for the first time and I promised myself I’ll never forgive him, I was just waiting for him on the other side of the line.
There is always stardust in my eyes when I look at you, my love.
The Best Is Always Yet To Come
Some secrets are never supposed to be discovered. But if you're real lucky, when you're least expecting it, the most incriminating secrets will show themselves.
If you stand right at the edge of the night sky, some place where one o’clock leaves to meet two, the breeze will carry your words up to the stars. And they’ll swallow your secrets until its time to hand them over to the truths in the sky- the ones that draw maps in the black. They carve their answers into the backs of my hands, the grooves of the words running deep in my palms.
Their marriage was cold and tedious. Formal and unloving. Stale even. She never had any regrets like this with Jack. With Jack, a rainy day would be cheerful.
She would only let you know her, little by little ~ never giving too much away but willing to share the small parts that make up her life, she falls slowly like that ~ love isn't a maybe thing in her eyes & her heart is the prize, she knows her worth and she will withstand the wait.
Would she go to Berlin? Wearing her turquoise dress and no underwear, in the company of the sexiest man she had ever seen, including those men she had only seen on TV or in the movies?
Jacqueline Simon Gunn
Come to me in the dark, bring me all of your scars. I want to know every crack in your heart, every ache, every memory that haunts you. I want to see the realness in your face, the way your eyes stay light even when you talk of pain, and the way your lips are uneven when you smile. The grooves carved into your soul have made you beautiful and I want to run my fingers across the etches. I know people cover wounds and disguise their damage, but this is what makes you, you, and I want to know you. I want to sink inside of you and feel your depth. Don’t protect me from your story. We all have a story and I’m tired of drowning alone.
Your love is like star sky showers and magenta unicorns.
Derrick, you have to make the air move out of her tummy. You are not assaulting her. You're saving her from a stomach ache. ~Anne Howard
What matters most, is not how my end happens, or if it happens now. What I care about in this instant, is that she knows how much I love her—that I lived long enough to have her love me back.
He was sure: no one had ever caused her to feel that before. It felt like playing with fire.
You’re a terrible woman Nox, but by the stars I love you beyond words themselves,
When I was twelve, someone stole all those dreams of normal from me." ~ Blake
True Love comes only once in life with one person,if its come second time its just medicine to forget first one.
I want to get to know you a little better.’ His hand touches mine, the briefest of touches but I still recoil my hand into the sleeve of my cardigan. His touch is blisteringly hot, I’m sure earlier today when he cupped my cheek I had burn marks. But no, it is just him, just his touch, it sends crazy little shivers throughout my entirety. ‘I don’t understand you… you said you want what you cannot have. Isn’t this a form of torture?’ ‘Does a person who wishes to lose weight not taunt themselves with sweets? Does a person not go by the same window every day, just to glimpse the piece of jewellery they long for, yet can never attain? We torment ourselves every day with things we cannot have. Perhaps it is torture, but perhaps my request is genuine.
It was then I thought of Corsica, the place we had discovered together. I craved the wind, the sun and salt, the simplicity of the island.
Rassool Jibraeel Snyman
I gave you up and died a little each day
Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration.
The city is tricky. The highs are so much higher, but in the lows you drop straight down again to bedrock. It helps that streets are snapped to a grid. There are also psychic boutiques and sidewalk prophets, but until you contrive your own love story set in that city, even one as warped as mine, you remain outside it, looking for signals in the white smoke that rises from under, in the sudden hot laundry smells and the LED typos of street vendors donuteasily becomes dount, ominously like don't, to my mind. There was a DOUNT sign on Second Avenue which more than once redirected my superstitious footsteps.
You were like this rare, beautiful comet lighting up the dark sky.
I wish I knew how to get you back. And apparently fate won't let me give up" From Central Park Song: a Screenplay
As Robin thought about what he had just said, Noah got up from the chair and knelt down in front of her. 'How about I give you three reasons? Morning, day, and night.' She narrowed her eyes. 'Stay… so every morning when I open my eyes, you’ll be the first thing I see. Stay… so every day when I’m with you, I can show you all over again exactly how much you mean to me. And stay… so every night when you lay your head down next to mine, you’ll know… you’ll know just how much you’re loved.' Her eyes drifted to the water as she thought for a moment, returning to look deep into Noah’s eyes. 'Okay, Noah… I’ll stay.
I don’t think of it that way. Besides, it’s only temporary. Once Dad sees that— That what? That the idiot who kidnapped you, stole you again, and made you an accomplice to a bunch of criminals, still calls you his? Something tells me that you being on the honor roll ain’t gonna change him wanting to string me up.
Heaven is freakin' not ready for me!" - seven-time cancer survivor Dionne Warner in Never Leave Your Wingman
The lyrics will soothe the soul, The heart will pound with each love song. Soon in him, I will find a friend! His charm will prolong. A new phase, Happiness shall finally last, One day, the rays of the sun; I say, Will erase the shadows of the past.
I don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at you. To dodge your skin in the hallway and leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat. It takes much too effort to stare at the sink so my eyes don’t smile at you in the mirror. It takes much too effort to look away as we undress and lie apart in the now bigger bed. It takes much too effort to stiffen my body because sleepy limbs forget fights and pride is always lost in dreams. It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us. I dread the light peeking through the parted curtains and empathise with your groans — I didn’t get any sleep either. I really don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at one another when it’s so easy for us to love.
I love you, she said. Khalid lifted his head to hers. She placed a hand against his cheek. Beyond words.
Although she was beautiful, he knew that that wasn’t enough anymore.
Curtis Tyrone Jones
The universe blew me a kiss & you landed upon my lips, love.
But I was young and didn’t know better and someone should have told me to capture every second every kiss & every night Because now I’m sitting here alone and it’s getting really hard to breath because tears are growing in my throat and they want to break out, but there are people watching and I just want to be somewhere silent somewhere still But still I don’t want to be alone because I’m scared and lonely and I don’t understand Because I was alone my whole life My whole life I was so damn lonely and I was content with that because I liked myself and my own company and I didn’t need anyone I thought But then there was you .. ... So, someone should have told me that love is for those few brave who can handle the unbearable emptiness, the unbearable guilt and lack of oneself, Because I lost myself to someone I love and I might get myself back one day but it will take time, it will take time. This is gonna take some time. I wish someone would have told me this. Someone should have told me this.
The soul, they say, is divine and the flesh is iniquity. But I am a musician and I ask this - without the wood and the strings of the violin, where would the sonata find form?
Why did a submissive woman excite him so much?
Malak El Halabi
There is something charming and peculiar about a beginning. You feel it, like the change of seasons, from winter to spring, from spring to summer. You feel it; the new blood pumping inside your veins. You feel it; a thousand butterflies fluttering around your fingers to help you fly. You feel it; on your lips, when you smile at the absurdities of life that suddenly make perfect sense. You smile... Because in every beginning, there is a rebirth. Because in every beginning, there is a layer of you that you just discovered. A layer you forgot was buried in you all this time. You smile because you are reminded of the immensity of fate. You smile because suddenly you feel so small and you like it. So let's begin my dear. This life is beautiful.
Another flash of recognition sped through her mind. It’s him, her thoughts whispered through the fog of arousal. And she wanted to know who he was. What else he could do for her. What he’d feel like inside her. What he would unleash within her.
Lina J. Potter
Princess Anna was never more than a few steps away from him. He was beginning to feel like a besieged castle. The man should be the arrow, and the woman should be the target. Here, however, it seemed that the target was flying around trying to run into the arrow. There was something wrong about it.
Her eyes were like the sea before a storm on the Carolina coast.
Maybe we aren't so very different after all. There's good and bad in both of us, and that's what binds us together, for better or worse.
If it was possible for two people to make sparks, simply by connecting at their lips, I would think we would have been a firework display in the dark.
My lord, I’d rather be alone.” His smile vanished. Not a single muscle in his body bulged, but the color of his eyes turned to dark ashes. “And I’d rather not.
Life doesn't begin with New Year nor does ends with it; it doesn't even stop when you lose someone you couldn't stay without. Life simply doesn't end or begin. Life is a going on. You Still Breathe, You Still Care, and You Still Live.
Sahndra Fon Dufe
If this love isn't pomegranate sweet, time-stopping and soul consuming. I don't want it.
You should do that more often,” he said. “Laugh, I mean.” “I know.” But that sounded sad, and she didn’t want to be sad, so she added, “I don’t often get to torture grown men, though.” “Really?” he murmured. “I would think you do it all the time.” She looked at him. “When you walk into a room,” he said softly, “the air changes.
We’re having a sleepover. We’re going to do this all night, and I’m going to cuddle you like a motherfucker after finishing sexing every last orgasm out of you.
Saim . A. Cheeda
The greatest love stories go untold, don’t they?
The person who will make you feel different, who will tell you about your imperfections, who will show you and will let you experience the things you've thought that only exist in your dreams, can be happiness and or sadness. Yes they are real, the person that you have love for a long time in your mind is living here on earth he/she might come and enter your life anytime and at any place. What matters is treasure him/her/them and let them be part of your breathtaking life.
My favorite movie is Closer and Love Story.