Best 293 quotes in «love at first sight quotes» category

It's not love at first sight, it's having the sight, to distinguish true love, from just mere beauty.

It's when your eyes rested on mine, I knew eyes had their own vocabulary.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t come across hot guys throughout the course of the last three years, so why was her heart racing? Why did she feel flushed?

It was strange what Chris was feeling within, but he didn’t mind for he was loving her.

I wanted the fairytale.

I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by the man of my dreams.

I wanted to reach out and stroke her, to be gentle and tender towards her. Take care of her.

It wasn’t an awe striking moment; I didn’t lose my breath or stumble over my words. It was gradual, like going to sleep. It happens slowly, at first, you’re restless, and you think it will never happen, and then the spell of seductive sleep falls upon you. And you’re in that wonderful stage of ease and peacefulness where you’re still awake but know your being slowly consumed by this wonderful sweet sensation. Then it devours you, and you forget everything else around you, and you just focus on what is going on in the here and now. And there is never one moment during this-this dream that you know with your entire mind that it’s true. Your body knows, your heart knows but not your mind. Your mind is the only thing unaware of this action, it’s helpless, and so it relies on every other part of the body to make the right decisions. The sad part? The mind doesn’t even know it’s helpless, but it doesn’t matter, because in those moments when you’re under that spell, the brain couldn’t be happier.

I was completely into Isaac Mayfair. Everything just felt right, like it was meant to be. Whatever "it" was. ~Adria

I was not a believer in instalove. So said the rational part of my brain.

I was thinking that Rembrandt would have like to paint you.

I've a very simple yet powerful present for you the one reading this. - I LOVE YOU.

I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.

I was getting what I had always wanted, him wanting me.

La gloriosa donna della mia mente

Karim could not keep from staring at her- so exotic was this creature before him, with honey eyes and glossy lips like a candy he could lick off her face. It was as if a door had opened and he had walked through it. Everything behind him had fallen into a deep abyss and never again could he retrace his steps to that boy, the one with unruly hair and scraped kneecaps, caught roaches and mice with bare hands, who sometimes smelled like a wet sheep. What solitude he had lived in. His world expanded with Lily in the kitchen and it was all very new looking. Then, realizing his dirty nails and ugly pants, he was deeply embarrassed and hid behind Soli, his heart beating in big thumps.

Let her know that her look really works for you.

Love at first sight is a hypnosis: I am fascinated by an image: at first shaken, electrified, stunned, "paralysed" as Menon was by Socrates, the model of loved objects, of captivating images, or again converted by an apparition, nothing distinguishing the path of enamoration from the Road to Damascus; subsequently ensnared, held fast, immobilised, nose stuck to the image (the mirror). In that moment when the other's image comes to ravish me for the first time, I am nothing more than the Jesuit Athanasius Kirchner's wonderful Hen: feet tied, the hen went to sleep with her eyes fixed on the chalk line, which was traced not far from her beak; when she was untied, she remained motionless, fascinated, "submitting to her vanquisher," as the Jesuit says (1646); yet, to waken her from her enchantment, to break off the violence of her Image-repertoire (vehemens animalis imaginatio), it was enough to tap her on the wing; she shook herself and began pecking in the dust again.

Jaeshawn!” I screamed. My hips bucked off the bed, as the sucking grew more intense. I could feel a tightening sensation in my stomach that sent tingles to the ends of my toes. He stopped sucking and roughly dragged his tongue over my love button, over and over again, until I felt like I was going to explode. "Jaeeee!” I screamed as I started to ride his tongue.

Love at infancy is the strongest and puriest of all, it is mixed with infatuation and deep happiness.

Lost in wonder staring at you, I bumped my head on the moon & fell, hard.

Love at first sight? Let me just put on my glasses.

Love can be expressed in a myriad of different methods, but the most timeless and most treasured will always remain the classic love letter.

love at first sight is only possible if the government hasn't first taken your eyes

Love at infancy is the strongest and puriest of all, it is mixed with infatuation and deep happiness. Persistent smile brings out hollow dimples, and persistent frowns brings out hollow wrinkles.

Love hurts. Love is fragile. Love comes like a breath of magic, then departs leaving us feeling empty, alone, a paper cup blowing on the wind.

Love has its own eyes, and they are more efficient at the beginning and faulty at the end

Love is always based on self-interest

Love is God. Love is divine. Love is an act of God.

Love is a sweet dream until the hand of reality wakes you up

Love is better than any weapon; all you have to do is keep it burning in the heart of the victim. He will do whatever you ask him to do.

Look into my eyes, they will tell you how much I love you.

Love is light. Light is life.

Love is to give, commit, and trust completely; the courage to be vulnerable without the omniscience of another's virtue.

Love is not the primeval surge of libidinal lust that a person receives when meeting a suitable partner for the first time. Love in the truest sense of the term is born much later in a relationship, when both sides get to the know the truest selves of each other.

Love is beautiful and blind and messy and wrapped up in stardust. (Excerpted from Confession of the moon, chapter Pain)

Love more than you loved your ex-girlfriend, if your present girlfriend feels your feeling then you will feel most happiest moment than your ex-gf.

Love life, live your best life.

Love more than you loved your ex-girlfriend, if your present girlfriend feels your feeling then you will feel most happiest moment in your life than you spend with your ex-gf.

Love notes to my husband, Jeremiah Nii Mama Akita; I will always love you. I am grateful for a blessed life shared with you.

Love starts having troubles when the brains encroaches on its territory

Love needs no techniques or tactics; it just needs a sincere heart!

Love will be safe until the brain wakes up

Love will never have a waist size.

Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration.

Love me today, love me tomorrow, love me for eternity.

Me siento responsable de la carne de esta mujer, pues me desgarra dulcemente como lo hacen otras cosas que son mías. Me estremece la dulzura de su presencia: cuando me sienta temblar se volcará como la hoja de un árbol sacudido por el viento y dejará que yo vea el lado vacío de sus ojos.

My definition of gawking would be when you look at her, your heart starts slamming uncontrollably in your chest. So much that it scares you. And every other noise that surrounds you slowly fades away into absolute silence. You only hear the sounds she makes. And when she looks back at you, when her eyes meet yours, it's as if she is looking deep inside your soul. And she can see all of the hatred you're consumed in. Her eyes quench the thirst of your soul, gently soothing your damaged heart in the most alluring way... a way you could only dream of. Then those magical eyes start to look away. The time-freeze you were caught in starts to wear off. And fear takes over. You want to pull those eyes to yours again so that you could once again feel the fascinating sensations of happiness. Then, when she's out of your sight, you feel empty inside. Your heart is back to normal. Only this time, it's left with an aching worse than before. But you can never tell her. You can never be with her. You are alone in your pitiful existence.

Men are handicapped in love, either in giving or in receiving. They consider love as a sign of weakness

Matthews quietly stood by the closed door, watching the patient. Her dramatic eyes darted back and forth as they stared through nothingness, lost in thought. His gaze shifted to her blazing locks, which elegantly fell upon her bare shoulders. Her skin was a pure porcelain that reminded him of his mother’s doll collection. Bridget’s petite frame and angelic complexion were stunning, and in another world, Matthews would have allowed himself to fall for her at first sight. He imagined seeing her in a bookstore with a specialty coffee in one hand and Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil in another. She would push her frames up her nose with her index finger before flipping the page and sipping her latte. Matthews, free of his work uniform, would sit in a chair across from her with his copy of The Metamorphosis. The young man would steal glances at her from behind his novel as he worked up the courage to speak to her. She would smile coyly when she caught him peeking, and when they finally made eye contact, he would strike up a conversation. Then he would take her to dinner, and everything else would fall into place.