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

To love others you must first love yourself.

Whether it's friendship or love. The essence of is two people trying to share something. When I think of how I met my best friends, it was always like love at first sight.

Aeneas comes to her court a suppliant, impoverished and momentarily timid. He is a good-looking man. If anything, his scars emphasize that. The aura of his divine failure wraps around him like a cloak. Dido feels the tender contempt of the strong for the unlucky, but this is mixed with something else, a hunger that worms through her bones and leaves them hollow, to be filled with fire.

A mysterious, ineffable charm had already bound them. An inherent magic is the only thing that could transform love at first sight into such hungry passion.

An angel for some, a demon for some, for me, it’s heart of the one. Never want to hurt, keep many secrets beneath the blood. sob in the dark, but, people thinks, it’s beat of the heart. No one thought, no one observe, but, it supplies tears as blood. One day someone came, took it out from dark, she kissed it, loved it, played with it, put it with her heart, and makes it her life part. Daily she played, daily she fought, But, never she threw it out. one day, an unknown came, who kissed her, loved her, and used to play with her. He took my out my heart from her, and threw it on the street, then there is nothing more than weep. An angel for some, a demon for some, for me, it’s heart of the one. Never want to hurt, keep many secrets beneath the blood. Sob in the dark, but, people thinks, it’s beat of the heart. No one thought, no one observe, but, it supplies tears as blood.

After every rainfall there's a rainbow because rainbows are a promise. A promise that there will always be a light in the darkness. That's why they are too beautiful to overlook.' His hand crept along my cheek, brushing away the fallen strands of my hair. The same strange look came over him, as if he wasn't present at all, but somewhere else, in a strange memory. "You, Norah, are our light." I swallowed hard. "Where's the darkness?" His eyes were trained, like he was under a spell, unable to move away or stop looking at me. "Where you aren't.

All was over in a moment. I had fulfilled my destiny. I was a captive and a slave. I loved Dora Spenlow to distraction! She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don't know what she was - anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her.

And there, tucked in his soul, was the love he felt for Sabella since the moment he had seen her.

And when her eyes met mine, I felt something click, like a key turning in a lock. Believe me, I'm no romantic, and while I've heard about love at first sight, I've never believed in it, and I still don't. But even so, there was something there, something recognizably real, and I couldn't look away.

An obstreperous urge seized him. he desperately wanted to hold on to her, to support his slipping heart, and when it slipped away, he realized she had gone away, incarcerating herself in his thought with her smile and unblemished innocence.

Anyway people never fall in love suddenly like that except in novels.

A relationship is more likely to succeed if positive attributes are confidently set in place and adhered to.

As he satin the tree he looked down at the girl in the floral dress and felt his heart miss a beat.

As the southern sun is setting, my internal flame for thou still rise.

At the beginning love is a fact, at the end it's a theory

Aunque la mayoría de los mortales prefieran otros instantes más 'mainstream', pienso que nunca es un mal momento para enamorarse, ni mucho menos para sumar complicidades erótico-existenciales a una situación de tan barroca complejidad como la que nos ocupaba a Blu Noir y a mí. Imagino que podremos inmortalizar este momento de trabajo conjunto con alguna botella de buen Merlot afanada de la despensa, querida. Dicho y hecho.

And although cars and motorcycles zipped around, all he saw was the girl coming toward him like a scene in a movie.

, Bartolomeo Scappi thought. Never have I seen a woman so perfect, so angelic, so impossible for me to attain. "Bella," he breathed when air filled his lungs once again. Even Ippolito d'Este's presence at the dining table could not mar his giddiness. The girl was so beautiful she glowed like a painting of the Madonna, making everyone around her seem colorless in comparison. She was clearly a principessa of a grand house, sitting between Ippolito's father, the Duke of Ferrara, on one side, and a woman most likely to be her mother on the right. Bartolomeo sought to memorize every feature of this goddess with golden hair that shone with glints of red in the last rays of the day's sunlight. Her eyes were dark chestnut, rich and deep, while her lips were pink, like the inside of a seashell. Her hair was braided, but much of it flowed loose over shoulders, teasing her pale skin. She wore a dress of red, with sleeves billowing white. Rubies and pearls spilled across her delicate collarbone toward her beautiful breasts. Scappi painted her picture in his mind and stored it deep within the frame of his heart. That evening, while staring at the sky, his thoughts lost in the memory of the signorina, a shooting star passed across his vision. "Stella," he said under his breath. I will call her Stella. My shining star.

Beauty is an illusion, created by Mother Nature to drive the human species in the path of reproduction. In reality, beauty is irrelevant to human life, especially in a relationship. What you today perceive as beautiful and special, over time, becomes not so special. That’s how the human brain works. It is not beauty that keeps a relationship alive, it is attachment. Without attachment, a naked body is merely a lifeless sex toy.

Beauty makes fools of the wise.

Being in love is an emotional and obsessive experience. However, emotions change and obsessions fade. Research indicates that the average life span of the "in love" obsession is two years. For some it may last a bit longer; for some, a bit less. But the average is two years. Then we come down off the emotional high and those aspects of life that we disregarded in our euphoria begin to become important. Our differences begin to emerge and we often find ourselves arguing with the person whom we once though to be perfect. We have now discovered for ourselves that being in love is not the foundation for a happy marriage.

Beauty is irrelevant to human life, especially in a relationship. What you today perceive as beautiful and special, over time, becomes not so special. That’s how the human brain works. It is not beauty that keeps a relationship alive, it is attachment. Without attachment, a naked body is merely a lifeless sex toy.

Being in love – Stage 1 Inexplicable feelings - Love at first sight. When I saw her for the first time, she looked different, What is so different about her? I kept looking at her to answer that question, by the time I looked at her for the 4th time, I started liking the process but I was still in denial, I tried not looking at her again, my mind stubbornly avoided looking but my heart instructed the eyes to follow her. I should have realized that I am getting addicted to her presence, but like every new addict I thought that I am in control of the situation and can exit anytime I desired. Addiction is something invisible to the addicted but shines brightly for bystanders. I left with a heavy heart. It was an unfulfilled desire of discovering what was different that made me feel different to my friends. I was sitting with them, the regular jokes, fun, humor – today none of the regular non-sense was making any sense. I realized what it means to be alone in the crowd, I don’t want to be alone but still want to be left alone. The only sensible thing I can think of is to see her again and solve the puzzle that is troubling me even it requires me to go through some humiliation. I left with a heavy heart. It was an unfulfilled desire of discovering what was different that made me feel different to my friends. In next few days I have surrendered myself to the addiction of being addicted to her. I need to talk to her, I must tell her of my feelings. I must check if she is feeling the same about me. At first, I found solace in the feeling that her feelings are similar, but after a while I, like an addict stopped caring about her feelings. I realized the name of my intoxicant is love and only intoxication can save me from the mental suffering. I am a self-proclaimed addict now, but my addiction isn't limited to being in love with her, I am now in love with the feeling of being in love.

Being in love with a right person can make you look more confident and in control.

Beklemediğim bir şekilde onun da bana meydan okuyup hislerime karşılık vermesiyle beynimde başlayan fuzuli acılar, kalbimdeki kramplar ve bu kusurlu güzellikteki lahzaya karşı titremelerle sarsılan dudağımı, onun dudaklarına götürdüm ve gözlerimi kapattım. Sıcaklığının tüm bedenime yayılmasını beklerken, içimden bir şeylerin uçup gitmesini bekliyordum. Oysa tahmin ettiğimden daha feci bir şekilde sarsılarak, kanatlarını ciğerlerine saplaya saplaya boğazımdan çıkmaya çalışan beyaz güvercinlerdi beni yerime sabitleyen. Kımıldayamıyordum.

Believe me, You are beautiful.., Trust me, I am not flirting :)

Believe in Yourself Why must we see something to believe in its existence?The wind itself cannot be seen by man, but all have felt it's gentle touch and watched the mighty trees bow as it swept past. We cannot see love yet its nurturing warmth is the essence of our being and sorrow can touch our very soul. For remorse is like a ripple on the ocean, once given it remains only in the heart of the receiver. Yet all of these cannot be seen only felt. Why then do you doubt your self-worth? For though it cannot cast a reflection in the mirror you have only to look in the eyes of those you love to See it clearly. Prologue To Kiss a King To Kiss a King Copyright © 2017 by Julie Brookshier and Robin Woods All rights reserved. Except for use in a review, the reproduction or use of this work in whole or in part in any form is forbidden without written permission of one or more of the authors. This is a fictional work. Names, characters, places, and events are merely the product of the authors' imaginations or used fictitiously, purely for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living, dead, or undead or any business establishments, events or places past, present, or future, is entirely coincidental.

Before you choose whom to love, take a look at yourself, choose your own word, think about how and reassess your time when you have given life to love, Know your ready or not and make sure you are not there to hurt making regrets on your door and paint the word I wish on your window.

A un certo punto aveva incrociato i suoi occhi nello specchio. «Ti prego, dimmi cosa vedi!» Aveva esclamato, senza riuscire a trattenersi. «Beh, vedo un bellissimo ragazzo alto e biondo…» Celine lo aveva fulminato con un’occhiataccia.

Be yourself so that you may known your opposite~” Gabriel Be once you known your opposite you will never be the same~ Gabriel

But in truth, I was different now, burning and anointed.

But Melchior was one of those men who always do the opposite of what is expected of them and of what they expect of themselves. It is not that they are not warned—a man who is warned is worth two men, says the proverb. They profess never to be the dupe of anything, and that they steer their ship with unerring hand towards a definite point. But they reckon without themselves, for they do not know themselves. In one of those moments of forgetfulness which are habitual with them they let go the tiller, and, as is natural when things are left to themselves, they take a naughty pleasure in rounding on their masters. The ship which is released from its course at once strikes a rock, and Melchior, bent upon intrigue, married a cook. And yet he was neither drunk nor in a stupor on the day when he bound himself to her for life, and he was not under any passionate impulse; far from it. But perhaps there are in us forces other than mind and heart, other even than the senses—mysterious forces which take hold of us in the moments when the others are asleep; and perhaps it was such forces that Melchior had found in the depths of those pale eyes which had looked at him so timidly one evening when he had accosted the girl on the bank of the river, and had sat down beside her in the reeds—without knowing why—and had given her his hand.

By the end of the date, your intentions should be clear.

Come on LOVE me!

Conditional love. Far from Gods original love.

Certainly, all of us at Callahan's were heir to the tradition of the B-movie — and the A-movie for that matter — that any female who enters your life in a dramatic manner must be your fated love.

Could I hold your hands for a moment, and your heart forever?

C’era un ragazzo, Celine ne era sicura. Tra le lacrime aveva alzato lo sguardo, e aveva visto un viso bellissimo che la fissava come se lei fosse stata la sua più grande preoccupazione al mondo.

Describing our romantic longings in 'Life preserves,' therapist Harriet Lerner shares that most people want a partner 'who is mature and intelligent, loyal and trustworthy, loving and attentive, sensitive and open, kind and nurturant, competent and responsible.' No matter the intensity of this desire, she concludes: 'Few of us evaluate a prospective partner with the same objectivity and clarity that we might use to select a household appliance or a car.' To be capable of critically evaluating a partner we would need to be able to stand back and look critically at ourselves, at our needs, desires, and longings..... We fear that evaluating our needs and then carefully choosing partners will reveal that there is no one for us to love. Most of us prefer to have a partner who is lacking then no partner at all. What becomes apparent is that we may be more interested in finding a partner than in knowing love.

Derrick, you have to make the air move out of her tummy. You are not assaulting her. You're saving her from a stomach ache. ~Anne Howard

Did you?' the producer said. 'He's so clownish on the surface, all joke and dazzle. How in the world could you have seen it?' 'But I did. The moment I met him," she said. "A fucking supernova. Every day since.' She thought, but did not say, almost.

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

Divorce is an expensive punishment love gets when it fails

Doubt is the archenemy of love. He is the scoundrel who accused her to reason

Do you have change for a dollar? Geryon heard Geryon say. No. Herakles stared straight at Geryon. But I'll give you a quarter for free. Why would you do that? I believe in being gracious. Some hours later they were down at the railroad tracks standing close together by the switch lights. The huge night moved overhead scattering drops of itself. You're cold, said Herakles suddenly, your hands are cold. Here. He put Geryon's hands inside his shirt.

Either I love with full passion or I don't love at all, for I don't know how to love half way!

Cutest geek i ever saw.

Don't constantly make angry your wife. Once she throws you out of her heart, there is no appeal

Do you believe in love at first sight? Or do I need to walk past again?

Eric lifted the long lock of hair that he dyed a different vibrant color every forty-nine days without fail and stared at it. His memory had served him correctly. It was currently cobalt blue—the exact same shade as the under-layer of her hair. What were the chances? It had to be kismet. Destiny. Fate. Providence. All of the above... She’d said her name was Rebekah. That was Eric’s favorite name. At least, now it was.