Best 1752 quotes in «lovers quotes» category

Being called ‘love’ or ‘my love’ by someone doesn’t necessarily mean that you are loved or even liked by them.

Being different is good insofar as it brings parts of ourselves that we didn't know they were there in the first place.

Being friends is different from being lovers. It’s a sea change.

Being divorced does not necessarily make one’s advice on marriage useless … or useful.

Being with him was like a dream... a dream you don't want to wake from.

Be not afraid to love. Those who never love, do not know what love is.

Best (male-female) friends hardly differ from lovers, but not too many lovers are best friends. It's just ironical that you are in love and want to spend the rest of your life with someone who is not good enough to be your best friend.

Be the love of your love, not the slave of your love.

Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.

Better to share a house with rats than with a dissatisfied lover,

Bir vapur düdüğü öttü, zaman ortadan ikiye ayrıldı sanki ve bir güç onları farklı dilimlere itti.

Bring your playful soul

But at that moment she had known, with a certainty she would never feel about anything else in her life, that it was right, that she wanted this man in her life. Something inside her said, He understands. What it's like to be different.

But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.

But I did feel the vertigo of death’s invitation, beckoning me towards the dark waters below. Only a newfound perspective and desire steadied my wavering soul. I came to realize, just in time, that suicide was far too easy – and obscenely cowardly – after someone I knew, not even half my age, had been through so much worse and still marched gloriously on.

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can’t you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn’t include you.

But our eyes know to find each other and they do. And it reminds me of the way the ocean breaks: Blue turning blue again. Blue meeting land. Collapsing there, deeply. It reminds me of nothing else. And that means we are safe.

But I stayed up thinking about how I've been lying to him, no less than I lie to myself in my pre-sleep ritual. And I lied to him again just as we were growing more intimate than ever and he asked me about my scar.

But she bravely kept her eyes open; she was both lost and found in the soft, burning depths of his eyes.

But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn't want to be without her.

But magic must hurry on, and the lovers remain...

But then, as I looked in the mirror, I became fixated on some hairs near my carotid artery that were still there. I pushed the blade deep against my neck to shave them off, and then blood squirted out.

But the truth is that there is no more conscious inconsistency between the humility of a Christian and the rapacity of a Christian than there is between the humility of a lover and the rapacity of a lover. The truth is that there are no things for which men will make such herculean efforts as the things of which they know they are unworthy. There never was a man in love who did not declare that, if he strained every nerve to breaking, he was going to have his desire. And there never was a man in love who did not declare also that he ought not to have it.

But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain on our hands.

Capture every moments of your life.

Byd Manden paa samme Nadvær til Giæst, Jeg veed dog du hannem behagelig est, Saa lærr I sammen at snorke. Du snuser, hand tygger, saa lever i toe, Som Tiggere begge, med hiertelig Roe, Og ingen kan anden beskylde.

Can the sky ever forget his moon?

Cash looked at her, square in the eye, and his jaw twitched. She flinched, then braced herself. For what, she wasn’t sure, but just being near him made her feel like she was made of glass. Like anything he said would break her. “I came to see you.” Anything except that.

Chemistry is great, but eventually your relationship moves out of the laboratory.

Cheers to my old flames and all the lovers I haven't kissed yet.

Choose someone who makes you feel serene and contented. Someone who understands you and your feelings. Someone who makes you feel calm. Someone who connects with you deeply and soulfully. Someone who knows you like they know their own soul!

Children have always liked the princess story, but they never knew what was her name. I think the princess was, is and will always be you.

Closer Even when your hand Already lies in mine Get closer. My heart Skips a beat Every time our eyes meet Just for a second Deep sound Your voice Echoes your every word Under my skin Devil Or God I pray You're my religion In you I trust Timeless And bodiless You make me feel When I climax Burning You are my Fire My Air, my Earth and Water You're my 5th element.

Come on LOVE me!

Come be the stampede of emotion standing on this dancing ocean, as I empty out this flood within, down to the last drop of this naked pen.

Come close - let our hearts beat like one, we'll be the two that became one. Love is the rhythm of our night.

Conditional love. Far from Gods original love.

Consider, O Lover, my throat white as cigarette paper. The crushed lavender of my knuckles. My heart, a dulled needle threaded through too many patterns.

Consider my Lover; the yellow church of his skin, the clean wells of his ears; How the notes of a song come to him like birds descending on a power line; How in his absence I am of two throats--each of them cramped.

Could you tell me why you did it?” I hear the floorboards under his feet creak. “Were you lonely? Mad? Trying to get back at me for something?” He hasn’t reached the conclusion that I want his body and his pleasure, more than I want water and food. “I’m not telling you a damn thing,” I reply, because I know that’s what will annoy him the most. “I’ll tell you one day, when we’re eighty years old.

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.

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

Daybreak has extraordinary hypnotizing influence, On us, idealistic observers. When red sun slowly reveals on the rivers surface, like in a mirror, It reminds of two lovers embracing, Just by looking into each others eyes. In such deep and serious commitment, Without unnecessary words, That spoil the instant of confidence. Water is not stopping it's course, Neither does the sun. That's what makes it so exceptional, So magnificent. The only tie is their gentle admiration, As their love is greater than space separating. And who ever had the chance, to witness that, just once, Shouldn't say he haven't found God.

Damn the way he had control over me.

Dark night knows what full moon requires When all your love my heart acquires Celestial bodies no more faded Life makes sound; silence invaded

Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.

Dear lover, pull my ears and not my legs for it is better to be cautioned than to be lied to.

Distance is a bridge, not a gulf, between lovers.

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

Desire speaks, passion shouts, lust screams, and love whispers.