Best 67 quotes in «cupid quotes» category

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

Remember: What Cupid gives, Cupid takes away.

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.

She wore an A-line bridal gown with a V-shaped neckline while Apollo playing Bach's Air on the G string.

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.

Since my trips to Earth, I've only managed to assemble a few basics facts about humans, condensing them in to four, overall points: kids got Reese's, teens got recess, adults got recessions, and seniors got receding.

Sometimes a Cupid plays hard to catch As he always got new couples to match.

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.

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.

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 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.

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

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.

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

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?

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 knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

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

Cupid "the little greatest god.

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

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

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

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.

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

Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken

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

The muse is blind as Cupid and skittish as Diana.

The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.

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

Too many trained nurses discommode Cupid.

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

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

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!

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

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.

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

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