Boyfriend Quotes - Page 4

She is my girlfriend, I can do whatever I want to her. In fact, I’m going to take her home and fuck her from here to eternity, how about that?

To patch up a relationship, understanding is the needle, and love is the thread.

Don't look for Mrs. Right if all your character demonstrates is you are Mr. Wrong.

I will drive the world crazywith love poems for you.So they can know how magnificent you areand how crazy I am.

...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go."From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102.

The fact that the person who you are sleeping with is also sleeping with another person or other people does not necessarily mean that he or she does not love you. And the fact that you are the only person who someone is sleeping with does not necessarily mean that he or she loves you.

You're my missing puzzle piece," she whispers as we continue dancing."Your puzzle piece?" I question. "I'm not broken...but before you; I was never whole, either," she clarifies. "You're the missing piece that made me whole. And now, you're the piece that keeps me from breaking.

Your wife is smarter than you; know this, and you will live happily ever after.

A man is not for you when all he knows is to slam your back on the bed and ram into you like a wild fool. The interested ones are the ones so interested that they become very interested in only interesting things about you.

How is it possible, you ask, for love to be greater than the person who does the loving? That’s because love defies the rules of reason. It is the only exception.

A man who boasts he's the head of the home must never forget the woman is the knife at his throat.

Be drunk in love and high on life.

If God had a wife He would be in just as much trouble as any man.

Love is the only criminal who, after stealing your heart, convinces you to celebrate her.

The West Sister Dating Rules were clear on the matter of apologies. On the evolutionary scale of dating, a guy who apologized solely for the sake of ending the argument and getting back into your good graces was on the level of primeval slime — especially if he was clearly doing so merely because he was hoping for sex. The proper response was to unveil the offender’s deceit by demanding he explain what exactly he was apologizing for, and then scorn him when he betrayed his ignorance.

The ending of your story all depends on the beginning of ours.

Love that causes you pain is better than hate that brings you pleasure.

You are my favourite part of life.

Love is the only rose whose thorn's prick is sweet.

Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.

Love is a hook; the moment a man swallows it, a woman knows she has him forever.

We start a relationship with someone not only because of how great they are but how great they make us feel. And because they have granted us this extraordinary gift—a chance to experience love, joy, compassion, and security —it is our exclusive privilege to make them feel wonderful about themselves, especially during days when they, themselves, don't feel so wonderful.

Never expect anything less than devotion from someone who has claim on your heart.

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

I've written you sixty-seven love poems.Here’s another one for you.But really, for me.These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me.I place this candle here and another thereso even if the stars have argued with the moonand are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me.Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us?Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect?I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of loveif by lighting these candlesour own flame loses its brightness?I know the good is more than the bad. Much more.I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine.

When the heart says “yes” it is difficult for the mind to say “no.

Love is like lightening; it can strike anyone, anywhere, and at any time.

Can we share my eyes so you can see what I see?Can we share my ears so you can hear what I hear?Can you perch on my shouldersso you can go where I go?Always in my heart, I don’t experience anything separate from you.This shared wonderment becomes doubled.This shared love becomes infinite.

By loving you, I learn everything because your soul contains the entire universe.

A kiss a day keeps your wife's wrath away.

Whoa, I'm your girlfriend now?" Archer shrugged. "We've tried to kill each other, fought ghouls, and kissed a lot. I'm pretty sure we're married in some cultures.

The path to marital bliss is to begin each day with a kiss.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.

The greatest love stories are not written by the ink of the pen, but by the ink of the heart.

When I'm with you,I feel exposed.Naked. When I'm naked with you, I feel clothed.Sheltered.

All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.

If you are waiting for the perfect spouse, you are waiting for the perfect disappointment.

I don’t know why we fight.It takes much too effort to stay mad at you.To dodge your skin in the hallwayand leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat.It takes much too effort to stare at the sinkso my eyes don’t smile at you in the mirror.It takes much too effort to look away as we undressand lie apart in the now bigger bed.It takes much too effort to stiffen my bodybecause sleepy limbs forget fightsand pride is always lost in dreams.It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us.I dread the light peeking through the parted curtainsand empathise with your groans —I didn’t get any sleep either.I really don’t know why we fight.It takes much too effort to stay mad at one anotherwhen it’s so easy for us to love.

Do the dishes, and you have her heart; do the dishes and the laundry, and you have her soul.

I have never met anyone who gave back a heart they stole.

If you stand in the way of two people who were meant to be together, destiny's train will run you over.

Every relationship that has hit a crossroads has asked, “What is it that you want from me?

If you try to buy love, you will go bankrupt trying to possess it.

Insanity is starting over a million times, expecting to feel the spark you never did the first time.

The best couples share the load, divide the grief, and add to the peace, thereby multiplying joy.

Please don’t hate you??!! I hate that I love you. Loving you made me waste a year of my life. Lovingyou made me be passionate about nothing but you. Loving you made me take risks I never would haveotherwise. Loving you made me give it up to you. Loving you made me neglect my parents and Amy.Loving you made me not care that my grandma just died. Loving you made me turn out bitter andhopeless like her. Loving you made me hate myself for being dumped by you. Loving you made medeluded, irrational, inconsiderate, and a liar. And because I love you, you’re always going to haunt me.

Follow your heart only if it has your mind's feet.

Love is like slamming into a wall of concrete and asking to do it all again once the rubble is cleared.

The easiest way to remember your future wife’s birthday is to marry her on Super Bowl Sunday.

Let us remember to always rediscover one anotherbecause we are forever changing.

If you love a bird don't hold it too tightly or you'll soon be nursing a broken heart.

A kiss is the only thing you can throw at someone without being held criminally responsible.

How is it that there was never youuntil there wasand then all was you?

Some people are each holding on to a lover of theirs who no longer loves them and/or who they no longer love, only because they do not want to have a reason or another reason to be jealous of the person who would eventually be their lover if they let go of them.

What happens when I love, you ask, does the world start making sense? No, my dear, it does not. But it won’t matter to you then.

Cassie?”It’s Sammy, holding on to Ben, because he’s feeling the Ben thing a little more than he is the Cassie one at the moment. Who’s this guy falling from the ductwork, and what’s he doing with my sister?“This must be Sammy,” Evan says.“This is Sammy,” I say. “Oh! And this is—”“Ben Parish,” Ben says.“Ben Parish?” Evan looks at me. That Ben Parish?“Ben,” I say, my face on fire. I want to laugh and crawl under the counter at the same time. “This is Evan Walker.”“Is he your boyfriend?” Sammy asks.I don’t know what to say. Ben looks totally lost, Evan completely amused, and Sammy just damned curious. It’s my first truly awkward moment in the alien lair, and I’d been through my share of moments.“He’s a friend from high school,” I mutter.And Evan corrects me, since it’s clear I’ve lost my mind. “Actually, Sam, Ben is Cassie’s friend from high school.”“She’s not my friend,” Ben says. “I mean, I guess I kind of remember her…” Then Evan’s words sink in. “How do you know who I am?”“He doesn’t!” I fairly

Most women would each be left with fewer dreams or without a dream, if the institution of marriage were to be abolished.

Love is the greatest drug; joy is the strongest medicine; virtue is the noblest remedy; together, they are the greatest therapy.

They gave me a thousand reasons to leave you, but I found a thousand and one reasons to be with you.

I've been thinking.”That snapped Piper back to the present. Coming from your boyfriend, I've been thinking was kind of a scary line.