Best 67 quotes in «cupid quotes» category

So now I get the scepter?" Jason asked. Cupid laughed. Unfortunately, you could not wield it. Only a child of the Underworld can summon the dead legions. And only an officer of Rome can lead them.

[S]urely the Cupid serving him was lefthanded, with a weak chin and no imagination.

That hallmark image of cupid as a fat cherub with arrows? I think the real cupid is some kind of psycho juvie with a taser.

There’s a reason for the word heartbeat not be called beat of heart. The perfect woman only needs a good beat. The heart will follow. Emotions, when put in equilibrium with reason, create more miracles than any emotion, no matter how strong, deprived from reason. This is why it’s much easier to love a woman that can play the drums or any other instrument with rhythm, than one that believes in unreasonable magic, simply because there’s more magic in reason than in the lack of it. You see, loving someone that you truly want to love, someone you admire, someone you want to spend your time with, helping, sharing and growing together, makes much more sense than expecting someone to love you for no reason than your will, needs and desires. And when humans understand this, they will understand love, find it easily and never lose it again.

There is no clock on Cupid’s arrows; he can fire an arrow dipped in the blood of the young at the heart of the old and love will still catch fire and blossom.

If you become a Nun, dear, The bishop Love will be; The Cupids every one, dear! Will chant-'We trust in thee!'

The story of Psyche finally made sense to him- why a mortal girl would be so afraid. Why would she risk breaking the rules to look the god of love in the face, because she feared he might be a monster. Psyche had been right. Cupid was a monster. Love was the most savage monster of all.

Your arrows may strike all things else, Apollo, but mine shall strike you.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

This story is dedicated to all those who help, and all those who care.

Who was I to meddle in people’s love lives? Mine was a mess. My heart wanted the one thing it wasn’t allowed to have — love with someone besides my cupid-appointed soul mate. I was so screwed up, I made the dysfunctional relationships on Jerry Springer look wholesome.

According to the Asiatics, Cupid's bow is strung with bees which are apt to sting, sometimes fatally, those who meddle with it.

Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,-- Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device, . . . . All things wait for and divine him,-- How shall I dare to malign him?

Loves and Cupids took to flight afraid, and Martyrdom had no such torment in its painted history of suffering.

Cupid "the little greatest god.

Cupid is naked and does not like artifices contrived by beauty.

I love myself, I no longer need Cupid...

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

The muse is blind as Cupid and skittish as Diana.

The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.

Now, 'Dasher!' now, 'Dancer!' now, 'Prancer' and 'Vixen!' On, 'Comet!' on, 'Cupid!' on, 'Donner' and 'Blitzen!'

Occupation is the best safeguard for women under all circumstances--mental or physical, or both. Cupid extinguishes his torch in the atmosphere of industry.

Remove but the temptations of leisure, and the bow of Cupid will lose its effect.

Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken

The man is always the last to know when Cupid has struck him -Anonymous, Memoirs of a Mistress

Valentine's Day is the day when you remember that Cupid was a lousy shot.

Thou art figured blind, and yet we borrow our best sight from thee.

To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.

When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.

You're pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

And now, for something completely the same: Wasted time and wasted breath, 's what I'll make, until my death. Helping people 'd be as good, but I wouldn't, if I could. For the few that help deserve, have no need, or not the nerve, help from strangers to accept, plus from mine a few have wept. Wept from joy, or from despair, or just from my vengeful stare. Ways I have, to look at stupid, make them see I am not Cupid. Make them see they are in error, for of truth I am a bearer. Most decide I'm just a bear, mauling at them, - like I care.

Before the girl and the boy tie the knot, they feel like falling in love. And most of them do. Cupid works. Biology demands. And, sociology warrants.

Cupid, you worthless bastard, I summon you to human form! (Julian) Gee, I can't imagine why he wouldn't respond to that. (Grace)

Cupid," Jason called, "where are you?" 'Where you least expect me,' Cupid answered. 'As love always is.

Cupid's bloody bow is strung with a million hearts, wisdom bought at a terrible price, and love laid to rest on the river of Time.

Falling in love can be likened to someone, falling from a high building. The possible result will be unconsciousness if not death. Take it that, anybody that falls in love is either unconscious or dead.

Even Cronus, the Titan who literally had his kids for breakfast, would find these facts hard to swallow.

For the first time, Cupid's gaze seemed sympathetic. "Oh, I wouldn't say Love always makes you happy." His voice sounded smaller, much more human. "Sometimes it makes you incredible sad. But at least you've faced it now. That's the only way to conquer me.

He had never met a girl who shot an arrow straighter than Cupid did

Hell or high water, Cupid marches on. In which war, he didn’t say.

Love is on every side, Cupid said. And no one's side. Don't ask what Love can do for you. "Great," Jason said. "Now he's spouting greeting card messages.

Too many trained nurses discommode Cupid.

…I bet Echo that she couldn't repeat the following line ten times fast:   Cupid's Academy counts kissing cousins as completed conquests cause his classes cunningly conspire unconscious couples to copulate and canoodle copiously.

I cannot think straight when you are so near." "Why must you always think straight? I enjoy your crooked thoughts.

If Cupid misses the heart, he touches the body fatally. (Si Cupidon rate le cœur, - Il touche mortellement le corps)

Images flashed through his mind. He saw Nico and his sister on a snowy cliff in Maine, Percy Jackson protecting them from a manticore. Percy's sword gleamed in the dark. He'd been the first demigod Nico had ever seen in action. Later, at Camp Half-Blood, Percy took Nico by the arm, promising to keep his sister Bianca safe. Nico believed him. Nico looked into his sea-green eyes and thought, How can he possibly fail? This is a real hero. He was Nico's favorite game, Mythomagic, brought to life. Jason saw the moment when Percy returned and told Nico that Bianca was dead. Nico had screamed and called him a liar. He'd felt betrayed, but still... when the skeleton warriors attacked, he couldn't let them harm Percy. Nico had called on the earth to swallow them up, and then he'd run away- terrified of his own powers, and his own emotions.

In Poetry class, Professor Sappho teaches us how to compose love ballads. She's a swell teacher and all but I'm not sure I understand her. She's always going on and on about her weekend trips with the other goddesses to the island of Lesbos.

Poor Nico di Angelo. The god's voice was tinged with disappointment. Do you know what you want, much less what I want? My beloved Psyche risked everything in the name of Love. It was the only way for her to atone for her lack of faith. And you- what have you risked in my name? "I've been to Tartarus and back," Nico snarled. "You don't scare me." I scare you very, very much. Face me. Be honest.

I pictured Cupid sitting in a crappy little bar, drunk and depressed, while he moaned to the bartender, "That Jasmine Parks, gods, she pisses me off! Did you see what she just did? Totally blew off this immortal stud to play kiss-the-boo-boo with a fickle little rent-a-cop. Why? 'Cause she's the biggest chickenshit on the planet! I'm ready to toss my bow and pick up a bazooka!