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

In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.

I pronounce you cured," he said. "My condition, however, is more critical. Alas. It's worsened considerably." "What condition?" said Alice, testing her foot out, stamping it on the ground to see how sore it was. "Being in love," he said, "with you." Alice didn't look at him. "Since when?" she asked after a minute. "Who can say? I think, probably, since the first second I laid eyes on you.

I recognize the vestiges of an old flame

I see the echo in your eyes & your beautiful voice still causes my mind to dance in circles around my heart, enticing it to rise & love again.

I saw you there, In a dress of virgin white. Like an angel descended from heaven To be here amongst ordinary mortals. I saw you there, Your big, brown eyes. Like the moist soil after the rains Full of hope, courage & life. I saw you there Your dark hair, curly. Like the dark clouds trying vainly to mask The moons eternal beauty. I saw you there Inspiring hope and life. Like the rainbow that brings a smile after thunder Lighting and the dull grey sky. I saw you there and realised the purpose of this life. Like the firely loves the light, to love you for the rest of my life. I saw you there and met my true self. I never knew Love This was Love. Love at first sight.

Is it not enough to dip your tongue into my soul and write poetry?

I stared back at him with something that, I realize now, was close to cellular recognition. In one glance, he recalled my father, my first boyfriend, my college love, my future.

Is that really love? When it happens so fast? She sighed. Paused the movie. Sighed again. Some would say it's only love after you've been together long enough to work out who takes out the trash. And there's something to that. That part of love where you have to work at it. Learn to live together. But when you set eyes on that person, it's something. Call it what you want. If it turns into love, then maybe it's just love in all its stages. It's still real

It feels like forever, like he's lived through the same things as me, like our lives ran parallel for years until last week, when they finally intersected and fused.

I think it was love at first sight for both of us; it just took us a little while to figure it out. That was understandable, considering we were being stuck with needles, shot through with radioactive particles, possibly poisoned by the horrific substances the hospital tried to pass off as food, and then, when we got discharged, running away and stealing cars together.

I thought that love at first sight was something that was only in cheesy movies and romantic novels until that moment.

I thought it was love. No, it wasn't. It was marriage

It is a completely meaningless discussion, the kind you only have with someone you don't really know because you have no idea what else to talk about, you just know you want to talk to them... it's like love at first sight, the kind of discussion that only feels meaningful if the person you are talking to means something to you.

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

It is customary for those who wish to have the most beautiful ones to endeavourer to offer them gifts of those things which they hold most precious in order to win their hearts.

Today I saw the most beautiful girl in the world... She is the most beautiful girl in the world, 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.

It's amazing how you could be with someone for years and yet not love them in the same intensity as; you do love someone else, the very moment you meet them.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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?

I wanted the fairytale.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

La gloriosa donna della mia mente

Let her know that her look really works for you.

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 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.

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

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

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 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.