Lover Quotes - Page 4

Lover of love. I adore love letters, and professions of love, and true, heartfelt moments when two people know they’re meant for each other.

When you are here, God is near.

Emily is grateful to this man and gradually she begins to immerse herself into the world of Tiger's obsession.

When you love someone, you end up caring about each and every person they love. When you hate someone, you end up caring about every single person who hates them.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!

We all live but a hundred years. When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.

How can you be a lover of loveand not be a lover of God?It is impossible.

I think falling in love is like discovering the magic of books. You think to yourself, 'how was I living before this?

Having drunk the dregs of Your Love, I am intoxicated beyond recognition. Now, I only pray for the nearness of You so I may advance in my annihilation.

He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...

Let our love chase all clouds awayHold my hand and feel the dayYour footsteps guide my steps all alongBeneath my skin your veins belong.

Polish the mirror of your heart until it reflects every person's light.

My hours are filled with fantasy and indifference. In day and night dreams, I think of my heaven with you. All the time in between, I carelessly spend in hell without you.

I came into marriage with love but when I got there she refused the dictatorship and fled away, I and my wife are looking for her. Anyone who finds her please contact us. We swear not to harm her again

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

Come into my world. I will show you the phenomenon that Stendhal experienced. I will help you feel the cascading arpeggios of Wagner's overture. I will dance to Doga’s waltzes with you. A day spent without appreciating the beauty surrounding us is a waste. Let me appreciate you

Some people’s self-esteem was secretly improved when they discovered that their then-lovers had killed themselves over them.

My dear, please be careful.You no longer live only for yourself.You live for me as well.

Making love to me is amazing. Wait, I meant: making love, to me, is amazing. The absence of two little commas nearly transformed me into a sex god.

Hating yourself is like hating what God loves. God loves you, so love yourself and love what God loves.

Most of the very few people who would choose a good heart over riches would eventually use that to either make a lot of money, or attract men or women who are rich.

It looks like you're mocking me as if I am a girl who still believes in Santa Claus." Emily says.

Love isn’t blind. Maybe we are all born blind and love finally gives us sight.

Don’t make the mistake of looking down on your partner. You’re only on that pedestal because they put you up there.

I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.

Your love is like star sky showers and magenta unicorns.

In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing.

Be a lover, nother else will matter.

Love is serious and tolerant. Magnificent and noble.

The srongest love is the love which is not afraid to show the weakness

Love is our religion. Love is our light. It is the only thing that gives us any hope.

Although we shared a kiss or two you still have me on cloud nine from time to time and all I want is for you to be mine!

Unless it is you, finding out who your lover’s dream lover is is a nightmare.

Love fills the infinite.

Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

You’ll only know the answers once you love.

Oh, God, Francesca,Now there’s a good one.Why?Why? Why?” He gave each one a different tenor, as if he were testing out the word, asking it todifferent people.“Why?” he asked again, this time with increased volumeas he turned around to face her.“Why? It’sbecause I love you, damn me to hell. Because I’ve always loved you. Because I loved you when youwere with John, and I loved you when I was in India, and God only knows I don’t deserve you, but Ilove you, anyway.”Francesca sagged against the door.“How’s that for a witty little joke?” he mocked. “I loveyou. I loveyou, my cousin’s wife. I loveyou, theone woman I can never have. I loveyou, Francesca Bridger-ton Stirling.

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me...and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free...where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again...in long and priceless moments of shared solitude...

He shook his head, just looking at me. - "What?" I asked.- "Nothing" he said.- "Why are you looking at me like that?"Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: "I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything."I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, "I`m not beau-"- "You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman."- "Never seen it."- "Really?" he asked. "Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell."His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on - not, like, in real life.

If love weighs you downand casts a shadow on your lifethen it isn’t love.Love is light and makes you light.

I’m a virgin Mr Cohen,” Carrie said, “I’ve never been with a man before.

I'm lonely, Yes! I'm so lonely. I'm Just a sad tear that came out of the depths of pain. I have neither friend nor a lover. I live in an empty dark shell. Punctuated by the lights of my dreams.I hear a whisper. I hear an echo.Why everything I love in this world. It's expensive, or it makes me sad. Beyond my shell, there is an empty world.A world filled with hatred and lies. A world filled with vanity and treason. A world filled with injustice and selfishness. There is a noise in my silence, but I shout quietly.So as to your pure heart can hear me. I tried to escape from my bitter reality. A reality that walks against my dreams.I found out that sleep is my best shelter.Because life is easy when eyes are closed. So I give up my eyes, and went to sleep. Then suddenly!I felt a call, something tried to wake me up. I felt whispers caressing my soul.That together we stand, divided we fall.That you are the king of my thrown,And only beside you, I feel like I have everything.I love you my shell, my home.

Lovers dream of one more embrace.One more kiss.One act of love, no matter how small.For in loving, lover and belovedemptied themselves.Now, they look for their oasislike men engulfed in flames.Even filled to the brim, they will never satiate. For they continue to leak, thesecracked vessels.How else did love seep through?

Two great things happened to me. One was that I survived. The other was that I met you, because I knew why

The softest emotions of the heart are the hardest to control.- Not First Love

I love you. I know what a body suffers, but I cannot forget my lessons.

Not everyone man is a lover, not every love is the love.

We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.

A humanitarian seldom makes a good lover. For a lover’s world revolves around their lover, while a humanitarian’s world revolves around the world.

I will speak of love until you go mad and join me in my mad worship of love.

By encouraging the critic in themselves (the hater) they have killed the artist (the lover).

A wounded lover is more dangerous than a coward army.

Let go of all hate, love one another deeply.

Money cannot buy you "HEALTH.

I fell in loveand then I became love.

Love, the exotic bird, came and went.Heart forgot love.Joy, the majestic willow, wept and died.Mind forgot joy.Hope, the basement lamp, fell and broke.Soul forgot hope.Self, the anxious caterpillar, took flight and dropped.Self forgot self.You, my all, became all my reasons.Reasons left.You left.I never forgot.

Our spirit wants to experience connection by being seen, felt and heard. When you ask and listen deeply with curiosity to whatever wants to be expressed, you are giving one of the most precious gifts you can give to one you love.

A woman must choose her friends and lovers wisely, for both can become like a bad stepmother and rotten stepsisters.In the case of our lovers, we often invest them with the power of a great Mage - a great magician. This is easy to do , for if we become truly intimate, it dislike unlocking a lead crystal atelier, a magic one, or so it feels to us. A lover can engender and/or destroy even our most durable connections to our own cycle and ideas. The destructive lover must be avoided. A better sort of lover is one finely wrought of strong psychic muscle and tender flesh. For Wild Woman it also helps if the lover is just a bit psychic too, a person who can "see into" her heart.

Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them