Best 39 of You and i quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

There is nothing I can do that won’t bring me back to you.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Avijeet Das

Neither can you explain yourself to me. Nor can I explain myself to you. You have your sadness and I have mine.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

How is it that there was never you until there was and then all was you?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed away the poems I chalked on the ground and drowned all my beliefs. Now, I only scribble your name and believe in your truth. I know nothing but you.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Murasaki Shikibu

You are here to remind me of someone I long for, and what is it you long for yourself? We must have been together in an earlier life, you and I.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Can we share my eyes so you can see what I see? Can we share my ears so you can hear what I hear? Can you perch on my shoulders so you can go where I go? Always in my heart, I don’t experience anything separate from you. This shared wonderment becomes doubled. This shared love becomes infinite.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Here's another poem, like all others before and after, dedicated to you. There isn't anything left to be said but I will spend my life trying to put you into words. You who is every goodness, every optimism and hope. Your love is a better fate for me than anything I could wish for. If you are a part of me, then you’re the best part. And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination. But I’ve become a weary traveller, so please, let us never be apart.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

The greatest thing about me isn’t even a part of me. It’s you.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

What is this love that makes me see beauty, and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me? What is this love that makes me declare 'I love you' even though I uttered it only a moment ago? What is this love that keeps growing even when my chest is sore and it hurts to love you any more? Tell me: How am I to find what this love is when it was the one to find you, me, this verse, and this universe?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Why didn't you write all this time? Did you not remember us in a song? A dance? In the skies littered with stars? Did you not get drunk? Why didn’t you write all this time? Did you not remember us in a film? A book? In idyllic dusks and dawns? Did you not get high? It is good that you didn't. For all is well. I am drunk and dazed. I have already forgotten you and your bewitching ways.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Love, they said, burns you and builds you. But with you, there’s no ash. Just light.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

With you, I am. Without you, I am not.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Avijeet Das

Intoxicating perfumes, musky body scents mingle... blindfolding you, I orchestrate my symphony.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

We all live but a hundred years. When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Avijeet Das

In the realm of life You and I kept on searching And chasing our dreams...

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

All I need to do is place my pen against paper and your love writes for me.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

The only path wide for us all is love.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Huseyn Raza

Bhulaney ke liay bhi tujhy yaad tu kerna hoga, Magar her yaad se hain wabasta teri hazaar baatain, Teri in baaton ka kahin tu hisaab hoga, Faqat guzri hain iss fikr mein meri hazaar raatain.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

You know how sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them your whole life? Well, I feel like I've loved you my whole life.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Take me when I'm wild. Take me when I'm free. Take me for me and I will take you as you want to be.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Come into my world. I will show you the phenomenon that Stendhal experienced. I will help you feel the cascading arpeggios of Wagner's overture. I will dance to Doga’s waltzes with you. A day spent without appreciating the beauty surrounding us is a waste. Let me appreciate you

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Tell me where the swans go in the winter I need to know if the mute ones can sing. Tell me why stars fall from the sky I need to know if it is luck they bring. Tell me why feathers land near you I need to know if you've injured your wing. Now, tell me where you end, my angel For I no longer know where I begin.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

I fell in love and then I became love.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

I'll forget me. You forget you. We can be one together, happily.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

I can sense your love, why leave me in darkness? Beguile me for your amusement, stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes. When we are apart, I am extinguished in the blackness of these skies.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

I've written you sixty-seven love poems. Here’s another one for you. But really, for me. These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me. I place this candle here and another there so even if the stars have argued with the moon and are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me. Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us? Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect? I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of love if by lighting these candles our own flame loses its brightness? I know the good is more than the bad. Much more. I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

When I'm with you, I feel exposed. Naked. When I'm naked with you, I feel clothed. Sheltered.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Does God know the number of kisses before we fall in love? Yesterday, I was nobody and I believed myself important. Today, I feel my worth in you. You, with your emerald eyes and ebony hair, even your heartbeat is beautiful. You, who is my greatest joy, all other concerns vanish in your presence. You swallow time and consume space, inspiring all my passion with a single embrace. I love your existence.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Come back to me. Where have you gone? And why so long? I miss the star below your lip, the constellation on your chest. I miss your ways, how you net butter-flying words and release them for others to enjoy. I miss your tenderness, the sweetness of your breath and the song of your voice. I miss how you worship me. Come back to me once more. Why did you go? And whatever for? The heavens plotted against us. The clouds came and pissed on our lives. The smell of charged particles still lingers in the air. What will become of you and I? Come back to us.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Eyes and ears are two. Lungs and kidneys, too. I wonder then why we're born with one heart that skips a beat when hay is here, and beats quickly when you are near. One heart that cracks when you are far, lie to me and leave a scar. I wonder then why we're born with one heart that gets broken. Was I supposed to find you then? So your heart would make one plus one is two for me and two for you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

And there's you. You're just beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful, like nature. You have the trinity of beauty: a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind, and a beautiful soul.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Nirav Sanchaniya

Some people don’t want to hurt your feelings.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Charlotte Eriksson

You’re thinking, maybe it would be easier to let it slip let it go say ”I give up” one last time and give him a sad smile. You’re thinking it shouldn’t be this hard, shouldn’t be this dark, thinking love could flow easily with no holding back and you’ve seen others find their match and build something great together, of each other, like two halves fitting perfectly and now they achieve great things one by one, always together, and it seems grand. But you love him. Love him like a black stone in your chest you couldn’t live without because it fits in there. Makes you who you are and the thought of him gone—no more—makes your chest tighten up and maybe this is your fairytale. Maybe this is your castle. You could get it all on a shiny piece of glass with wooden stools and a neverending blooming garden but that’s not yours. This is yours. The cracks and the faults, the ugly words in the winter walking home alone and angry but falling asleep thinking you love him. This is your fairy tale. The quiet in the hallway, wishing for him to turn around, tell you to stay, tell you to please don’t go I need you like you need me and maybe it’s not a Jane Austen novel but this is your novel and your castle and you can run from it your whole life but this is here in front of you. Maybe nurture it? Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an hour or two. This is your fairy. It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed. It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone’s someone for someone. Be that someone for him. That’s your fairy tale. This is your castle. Now move in. Build a home. Build a house. Build a safety around things you love. It’s yours if you make it so. Welcome home, sweet girl, it will be all be fine.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kamand Kojouri

Why is your skin the best feeling in the world?