Best 3481 quotes in «couple quotes» category

The light shines in our hearts.

There are no buts," she said. "Not about this. Not with me. I love you, Wilson, and I know that you love me. And if we're going to make it work between us, we're both going to have to give a little. I'm not asking you to believe. I'm asking you to it's acome with me to church. Marriage is about compromise; it's about doing something for the other person, even if you don't want to. Like I did with the wedding.

The raindrops tapped your windows like my lips tapped your back.

The papers say we're married, but it's the heart that writes the love story.

There were missteps. Things collected that we didn't really need. Money spent that might have been saved. Arguments that we'd one day learn to navigate.

There is no reason for us to be together without love.

There comes a moment when we must choose how we’re going to love someone. Some forms of love leave a sweet memory once they’re gone, others leave scars. But there are forms that when stolen, destroy part of who we are—love that transforms us.

The second her lips met mine a million dreams began to flicker before my still-open eyes.

The truth is: I was lost in him. I had gone from losing one of the most important people in my life and then losing someone I loved a month later. I wrapped myself in people, in lust, in the idea of love. I met him and I met a gentlemen, and when I found out who he truly was, I was still in love with the gentleman and justified all of his actions.

The two of them became an instant couple. Very Romeo and Juliet without the wonky families and tragic double-suicide thing.

The shadow raised its arm high in the air and I knew - I knew before I heard my name - that he'd found me again, keeper of the promise he couldn't make, the one I had marked with my blood and who had marked me with his tears, a Silencer all right, my silencer, stumbling toward me in the impossibly pure light of a late winter's sunrise promising spring.

The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...with every heart beat and the waves' breath...the time stood in harmony still. Your morning kiss my hands could feel...by your lips soft, so warm, so very gentle, nice and full of life...

The time has come when I must divest Bimala of all the ideal decorations with which I decked her. It was owing to my own weakness that I indulged in such idolatry. I was too greedy. I created an angel of Bimala, in order to exaggerate my own enjoyment. But Bimala is what she is. It is preposterous to expect that she should assume the role of an angel for my pleasure. The Creator is under no obligation to supply me with angels, just because I have an avidity for imaginary perfection.

They be marching hand in hand, like going to war.

The whole world is like an opened candy jar, and we're plunging in for the best treats

The wife’s gotta know. You can’t hook up like that for what looks like about six or seven years without the wife figuring it out. Unless she’s another idiot. “I’m not an idiot.” Smiling, Roarke continued to stroke. “I’ll keep that in mind when I decide to have a long-term affair.” “Yeah, you do that. They’ll never find your body,” she murmured, then dropped into sleep. His smiled warmed, and feeling well loved, he dropped off with her.

Today, a couple with 'just married' tags collided head-on with a hearse carrying two coffins in the back, both of a married couple that had previously died in a car accident.

They told me that you loved me! Had you really did, I wouldn't have heard it from someone else.

Together they’d run away. Together they could find a place to call home. Together they’d finally form their own constellation and never break apart again. He would be her starlight again and she his sun.

To lovers out there… A perfect love in a relationship. Is when one love without fearing. Without the Fear of losing your partner Fear of being cheated on Fear of being played Fear of being taken for granted Fear of being abused Fear of being heartbroken Fear of being disappointed Fear of being killed Fear of not being respected Fear of being not loved back

To lovers out there….It doesn’t matter how rich or poor you are. It doesn’t matter how educated or illiterate you are. It doesn’t matter how beautiful or ugly you are. It doesn’t matter how famous or unknown you are. It doesn’t matter how busy you are. At the end of the day. You need someone to share your life with. Love never exist when you are alone. Even if you have all the money in the world.

To lovers out there... Women with toys, don't have time for man and don't care about men. Now men are getting their own toy. They won't have time for other women or care about them. In this technological century we leave in were people are being replaced by robots, because people don't want to feel anymore. Were People are trying so hard avoid catching feelings for someone. Be thankful if there is someone out there, who cares on how you feel, who loves you and want to be part of you.

To lovers out there… I have realized that even thou I can cook for myself . I can drive myself, and I can do lot of things for myself. It is always nice to be driven . I enjoyed food been coked by someone and its always nice when someone does the things for me. It is the same with Love. You can love yourself , but the best Love is when you get it from someone . When someone loves you back, even when you can love yourself.

Treat your heart like a turnstile. Open it to only those who got valid tickets.

Traveling is the best thing any couple can do. That’s how we had the idea of the honeymoon. Newly wed couples going to a new place on their own so that all they could have is each other.

Waiting for someone to fill in the blank spaces of my life!

True love is more than physical, emotional and romantical. It's an acceptance of all that has been, that is, will be and will not be.

Un couple véritable est un couple dans lequel l´homme est reconnaissant à la femme de l´aider à assumer la part féminine de lui-même et la femme reconnaissante à l´homme de l´aider à faire grandir sa part masculine. Tant que les hommes nieront leur part féminine et que les femmes en feront autant à cause des idées prévalant dans la société, la vie de couple sera aussi compromise qu´elle l´est aujourd´hui: une espérance jamais satisfaite, des amours qui se brisent, des malentendus, des querelles, d´intenses souffrances.

Upturned face. Parted lips. The good-night kiss he couldn’t leave without. Only, Megan’s lips were stiff and unyielding. She didn’t pull away. It might almost have been better if she had. Instead, she’d allowed the kiss to occur, taking it with the same cool detachment offered in her words.

Vorrei dirgli che possiamo venirci incontro, trovarci a metà strada, far scontrare i suoi timori con le mie disfunzionalità, intrecciare la mia instabilità con la sua, cercare di trovare un equilibrio tutto nostro.

Two did not become one, but rather two came together—each one strong, healthy, and resilient, making the whole steadfast and true. They didn’t lose themselves in each other, but found themselves in each other instead.

Victory must be real. It must be earned. That means it must be rare and difficult, against steep odds, and defeat must be the other.

we were just looking for what could instead of what was what should be instead of how it was

we are vulnerable up in the sky lookin' down the earth reaching out the space we are in love

We come into the world through a man and a woman. But life blessings us with many fathers and mothers.

We may be learning different things a lot of the time, but we are learning them together.

Wenner’s unabashed idol worship had so often embarrassed them—starfucker, they grumbled behind his back—but now here he was with an actual Beatle. And Yoko! Who could deny this? The hirsute supercouple were smaller than anybody imagined, but John Lennon still towered over Jann Wenner, who at five six so often found himself gazing up at his heroes like a boy vampire.

We’re meant for each other for a moment, but no one knows how long the moment lasts except the moment itself.

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!

We both disliked rude rickshwalas, shepu bhaji in any form, group photographs at weddings, lizards, tea that has gone cold, the habit of taking newspaper to the toilet, kissing a boy who'd just smoked a cigarette et cetra. Another list. The things we loved: strong coffee, Matisse, Rumi, summer rain, bathing together, Tom Hanks, rice pancakes, Cafe Sunrise, black-and-white photographs, the first quiet moments after you wake up in the morning.

We start a relationship with someone not only because of how great they are but how great they make us feel. And because they have granted us this extraordinary gift—a chance to experience love, joy, compassion, and security —it is our exclusive privilege to make them feel wonderful about themselves, especially during days when they, themselves, don't feel so wonderful.

What does a freelance researcher do?” “Researches things.” He winks at me and helps lift my bike onto a cobblestone walkway. “It’s not an interesting or particularly sexy job. Nobody wants to date a perpetual studier, but I bet there’s an army of guys crawling over each other to get to you.” More like crawling away. “You’re ridiculous. Who’d ever want to date me?” “Someone like you? There’d be a line at your door as soon as work got out.” “Oh, would you be in the line?” Sarcasm. Not a real question. I don’t care if he responds—heat burns my toes, ears, and everything in-between—well, maybe I care a little. Jack pauses and gazes into me. “Yeah … I’m in the line … and I’m better than all the other guys so you should really pick me. I’m funny. I’m strong, like, I could sweep you off your feet and run without breaking a sweat. I can also blow milk through my nose, but only if I’m drunk and the milk is warm.

What shocked Yoav was that every couple he’d jobbed for had evinced this divide—straight or gay, irrespective of gender, there was always a leader, a commander, as implacable as an apartment’s dimensions, or a circuitbreaker impeding at midwall.

What I have with you, I do not want with anyone else.

What is the point of a relationship if not to grant two people the very private privilege to uplift one another every day?

When a couple came to class together, it meant something else entirely - food as a solution, a diversion, or, occasionally, a playground.

When a couple starts with the "how much" conversation they should not continue the same day. You live saying I felt sorry for leaving? Do you live by saying that what you feel has already passed? So you go and ask why? Rooted belief is a continuous bad habit. I dont understand. I dont understand. Did every bad thing show up?

When I touch you, it makes me trembling. I feel like I've lost myself, existentially. Your lips on mine makes me feel like I'm flying across the universe, without aimlessly.

When I'm in a couple, I feel I'm disappearing, dying - losing my mind.

When I saw you on the stairs before, I’d forgotten how beautiful you are,’ he whispered against her skin. ‘Spotty, not beautiful,’ she corrected gently, running her finger along his crooked nose. ‘Now you, you’re beautiful.’ ‘I even missed your inferiority complex.’ Max smiled and shifted against her. ‘Not being inferior. It’s a point of fact. I’m covered in zits,’ Neve said and she didn’t know why she felt the need to share that with Max but then she was glad that she had because he was kissing each one of the angry red bumps along her forehead and chin and cheeks, even though a few of them were starting to suppurate. ‘Don’t do that, it’s completely unhygienic. Kiss my mouth instead.