Best 451 of Lover quotes - MyQuotes
I was a talking lover, which most women hate.
How absurd is it that when we are in love, we divide the world into two. One that holds our lover and the other that holds everyone else. What is even more absurd is that we live in that second world and every day, we pass by strangers who remind us of our lover: how they are like them and how they are not.
The only thing that comes close to defining me correctly is my love.
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
Oh yes! I have couple-goals too. I love to couple myself with- Books, Coffee and Mountains.
Michael Bassey Johnson
It is difficult to love someone who loves you, but easy to hate someone who loves you, and love someone who hates you.
Our spirit wants to experience connection by being seen, felt and heard. When you ask and listen deeply with curiosity to whatever wants to be expressed, you are giving one of the most precious gifts you can give to one you love.
Marry your friend, and you will be reasonably happy. Marry your lover, and you will be abundantly happy. Marry your soulmate, and you will be infinitely happy.
My hours are filled with fantasy and indifference. In day and night dreams, I think of my heaven with you. All the time in between, I carelessly spend in hell without you.
Men are handicapped in love, either in giving or in receiving. They consider love as a sign of weakness
In many cases, it was the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that fell for her man.
The most gratifying relationship is often found between a husband and a wife. They can be a lover and a friend to each other. Often wives care for their husbands like a mother and husbands protect their wives like a father would. It is for this reason that when people fall in love, they feel elated and satisfied as they find almost all kinds of emotions present in their relationship with their beloved.
You’ll only know the answers once you love.
Being called ‘love’ or ‘my love’ by someone doesn’t necessarily mean that you are loved or even liked by them.
Charles De Leusse
The lover steals a kiss. He incurs life imprisonment. (L'amoureux vole un baiser. - Il encourt perpétuité.)
Christ is Love; Love is everything; therefore, Christ is everything! Whatever is hidden from you is in Christ for you!
Of course, I am religious. I worship love.
I conquer my existence to find you By defeating my mind to remind you That my lonely life’s pledge is to bind you With my blue heart tightly tied behind you To follow, to embrace and to give you All my love, pain, desire just to heave you From the poem: Pledge
If you think that your partner has been cheating, then take a look at their will. If a past lover is in there, then it is probable that some form of infidelity has occurred.
God begets love.
To ask a man whether or not he has a girlfriend is to talk about his sex life. If you disagree with that, then how in the name of God do you differentiate between a man’s girlfriend and a girl that is a friend to the man?
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!
The right people will never walk out on you when you need them the most. In their mind, every circumstances is worth being there.
…she was afraid of how he made her feel, because he made her feel way too much
You will find yourself with a beautiful boy and you will not want to stay in that room, with him, even though there is nothing more you can ask for in another human being and there is nothing you can do about this.
You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.
My love, we can close our eyes but we cannot stop the sunrise.
Why is your skin the best feeling in the world?
These are the things you don’t say, even to someone you love.
...because loving you is a crime. Which I love to commit each time, every day, whenever I see you, because that's how I love you.
There is nothing I can do that won’t bring me back to you.
I can’t believe it.’ I whispered. ‘You can’t let him lure you back in, Felicia. He’s wrong. He’s wrong!’ Vanian pleaded, I could feel the quiver of his magic, the wisps that were fighting against the iron burning into his wrists, I could feel the crackle as it fought in the air, against his emotions, against his pain. I shook my head, was about to speak but Adam grabbed him by the front of his shirt; as if a few more tears and shreds couldn’t go amiss. The tightness of his grip paled the Faerie’s cheeks, caused the blood to trickle down faster, dropping to the floor. ‘My wife.’ He yelled, ‘She’s my wife, silverblood.’ With each growl of a syllable he accented it with a punch to Vanian’s face. I couldn’t take much more. I jumped over and pulled at Adam’s shoulders, fingertips driving into the nook of his collarbone, pressing down with as much as I had in me, anything to break his hold. He recoiled and rose his hand to me, at first I flinched but I stopped. He wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t.
These five words you utter make the sun rise again: “I’m going to come home.” How is it possible for one person to be the sole reason for my existence? When I hear you say these golden words, the warmth spreads from my stomach until it reaches my pulsating fingertips. How is it possible for one person to be the sole reason for my ecstasy? These five words your utter are even more precious when I’m holding you tight and you whisper only four of them. Because then, I’m really home.
Share yourself with me. I will never judge you. I am here and I will stay here only to love you.
Jerome K. Jerome
A woman never thoroughly cares for her lover until he has ceased to care for her; and it is not until you have snapped your fingers in Fortune's face and turned on your heel that she begins to smile upon you.
Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with pride For they are the players of harmony. Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with pride For they are the conductors of unity. And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their hearts For they are merely the instruments of rhapsody.
They want to know who I write these poems for. Tell them it's for all lovers because I don’t see a difference between our love and their love.
I want to make you hold onto that bag while I bury myself in you so hard and so deep you don't know your own name. -Nick Rixey
You are my favourite part of life.
For what it's worth, I think perfect love stories have perfect disasters hidden somewhere. If a genuine relationship comes out of two people screwing before they saw the potential of the 'relationship'? Its perfect, beautiful, a work of art in fact.. Normal is overrated.
Missing you, I missed a part of me I shared with you that’s now gone. Missing you, when really, it was the way you made me feel and the things you made us do. Missing you I shouldn’t be. But I can’t help missing who I was with you. Missing you, I missed and missed so much of the world and wasn’t even missed in return.
True love makes you sleep and dream. But loud reality wakes you up
My lovers are the best lovers in the world
Clyde Lee Dennis
Love that's true will make your soul want to crawl out from its hiding place.
Beauty is dad kissing mom's hand when it cramps. Beauty is seeing a Persian woman dance. Ugly is not the absence of beauty. Ugly is the inability to identify it. The inability to be surprised by it. It is the persistent reluctance to be made a child by it. Beauty is simply the manifestation of love.
Charles E Hudson
Never allow someone's actions to stop you from loving you.
The Light I get a thud kick in pitch dark thick on belly and tumble Hands tied at the back on damp floor shack to humble Lights flash on face eyes blind in case I spin Then lights go off a boot or two rough on chin I feel blood drip snail down the lips in trickle The glare blinks on and off and on and off in ripple A hot metal rod scalds hard breast broad to snip flesh warm The lights hem in piercing-thin a ruthless swarm Red eyes get shut in blinding rut my vision erode Final blackout in grisly rout in ecliptic node I prepare my grit to encounter the hit as a fightback code. --Malay Roychoudhury
Everywhere I go, your beauty spills into my day. The trees were never this verdant. The birdsong never this sweet.
Once you’ve gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it’s a lover or a rotting corpse, you long for it when it’s not around. Or maybe it’s just me.
Be like the sun who fell in love with the moon and shared all his light.
His muscles flexed as he stood, and Rosa couldn’t prevent herself from watching with veiled admiration. He was certainly a very beautiful man. She looked away in embarrassment, worried she might say or do something inappropriate.