Best 67 quotes in «cupid quotes» category

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

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

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

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

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.

Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken

The muse is blind as Cupid and skittish as Diana.

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

The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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'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.

Too many trained nurses discommode Cupid.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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!

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.

Is this guy Love or Death?" Jason growled. Ask your friends, Cupid said. Frank, Hazel, and Percy met my counterpart, Thanatos. We are not so different. Except Death is sometimes kinder.

Still hiding, Cupid said, smashing another skeleton to pieces. You do not have the strength. "Nico," Jason managed to say, "it's okay. I get it." Nico glanced over, pain and misery washing across his face. "No you don't," he said. "There's no way you can understand." And so you run away again, Cupid chided. From your friends, from yourself.

…love isn't as simple as a hookUp. Love is the glue that holds the world together.

I wish you could see your soul right now as I see it. How bright you are in your righteousness.

…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.

…love grown dutiful is love grown old a withered cupid faltering at the bow…

Love is messy. I want that.

Nothing?" Favonius cried. "The one you care for most... plunged into Tartarus, and you still will not allow the truth?" Suddenly Jason felt like he was eavedropping. The one you care for most.

Maggie scoffed. "Denial will not save you when Cupid's arrow find its mark." "If i see Cupid anywhere in the vicinity, I'm ripping his chubby little arms off." Vanda yanked the door open to Romatech.

My eyes widened in disbelief," Wow,I never took you as a one night stand, player type of guy, Reece." "No, idiot."Reece snapped. "I mean, I've never even been with a girl. Ever." And with that, I died and went to happy land, with rainbow unicorns and— Wait. Hold up. "But that means that your first kiss..." I trailed, not being able to believe this. "Was with you." Reece finished, looking away, shy all of a sudden

Night fell, and her husband came to bed, and as soon as they had finished kissing and embracing each other, he fell fast asleep. Psyche was not naturally either very strong or very brave, but the cruel power of fate made a virago of her. Holding the carving knife in a murderous grip, she uncovered the lamp and let its light shine on the bed. At once the secret was revealed. There lay the gentlest and sweetest of all wild creatures, Cupid himself, the beautiful Love-god, and at sight of him the flame of the lamp spurted joyfully up and the knife turned its edge for shame. Psyche was terrified. She lost all control of her senses, and pale as death, fell trembling to her knees, where she desperately tried to hide the knife by plunging it in her own heart. She would have succeeded, too, had the knife not shrunk from the crime and twisted itself out of her hand.

Remember: What Cupid gives, Cupid takes away.

Occasionally someone or other got donked on the head by Cupid's arrow, and laughed, saying it's 'a definite sign', that 'it had to mean something'. One guy grabbed his girlfriend and lifted her up so that she was hit on the head by the arrow, and then said, 'There, now you've got no choice but to fall in love with me', and she laughed as he put her back down on the ground and kissed her mouth.

Oh, he's not like that," said Favonius. Jason flinched. "You can read my mind?" "I don't need to." Favonius tossed his bronze hoop in the air. "Everyone has the wrong impression of Cupid... until they meet him.

One-night stands are grand & all. But it hardly gives a man time to learn what a woman really likes.” I lower my voice. “Like from the way you squealed when I fingered you from behind, I’m wondering how you’d feel if it was my cock taking you that way, hard and fast, my hips slamming into your sweet, freckled ass…. But of course, now we’ll never know.” She stares at me, lips parted, cheeks flushed. “Yeah,” she says faintly. “I guess so.