Lover Quotes - Page 6

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.

You are the sweetest thug I've ever known.

You are the love, the lover, and the beloved.

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

Come, let us speak with our bodies.Teach me how to please you.I am here to learn.Let us not waste this time.It is the hour of union.ComeAnd after you do,Come again.

Life is a wave of love for a lover, a gift for a giver, a drama for an actor, and a canvas for a painter.

When you change your dress,you want to look your best.But when you change your lover,it's simply for another.

We live only for the hope of love.

Everywhere I go, your beauty spills into my day. The trees were never this verdant. The birdsong never this sweet.

Ask of your eyes to seeonly to seek love.Ask of your mouth to speakonly to utter words of love.Ask of your hands to feelif only to touch the lover.

Each time I came crashing down into the ocean porpoiselike, water hit my face like the slap of a jilted lover.

Come to me.Why must you ruin this moment?You are burdened with thought.Burdened with the pastand expectations of the future.You are burdened with your self.Cast these aside by laughing at yourself.And love,for what more is there than to love me?Take me nowand let it be heaven for us.

Every morningbefore the birds starttrilling me their stories,I give birth to a new lovethrough my same old heartwhen a lake’s placidityfinds life in the swans breathOnly for you...From the poem 'Only For You

Your omnipresence is marvellous!I breathe and you enter me.I exhale and enter into you.

For what it's worth, I think perfect love stories have perfect disasters hidden somewhere. If a genuine relationship comes out of two people screwing before they saw the potential of the 'relationship'? Its perfect, beautiful, a work of art in fact.. Normal is overrated.

A true lover is like a flower.

I can sense your love,why leave me in darkness?Beguile me for your amusement,stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes.When we are apart, I am extinguishedin the blackness of these skies.

I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.

Peace of Man"Greet each man with words of loveAnd peace,And a dove will be placedOn an olive tree.Leave a man with feelingsOf betrayalOr envy,And a dove gets shotOff the olive tree.Greet each man with peace,And leave each man with love.Ask yourself -One more enemy,Or one more dove?Always choose love.It's time for everybody toSpeak love.Let's fill the trees with doves,And spread the leaves of love.So,Always addAnd never subtractAnother peace of manFrom the olive tree.

I am an inclusive lover, but I only do care about the virgins.

He knows all my thoughts. He knows all I’ve ever done and He loves me all the same. What is our purpose, you ask. It is to love like God.

How could a soulmate not hear the heart beats, not smell the tears of a lover, however far he is from her?

With you, I am. Without you, I am not.

You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.

Tuning must come first. Each recital begins with a careful tightening of the pegs on the cross-bar, twisting them in their socket of red threads as each string is plucked and tested. He uses his thumb for this, softer and subtler than the plectrum, his head bent to the vibrating string and his lips slightly open, breathing quickly, as over the body of a lover.

Do not be frightened, friend. Let us dance our way to God.

I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.

We sensible often resist intrusive love and its chaos practically, employing measures to prevent the former for fear of the latter. But for all our wit and work, that desperation for control also prevents the pure, transcendental freedom more often delivered by both.

Find me. Seduce me. I want to be in love with you.

It's always nice being fancied. It's always nice being wanted. Even it it's by the wrong person.

Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.

If someone can't forgive, it's because he does not love

I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.

I am not sad because I do not have you, I am sad because I don't have love.

Conditional love. Far from Gods original love.

The lover's ailment is separate from all other ailments: love is the astrolabe of the mysteries of God.

I want to be some body’s dumplin’. I’m not chicken.

She was my friend. Briefly, she was my lover. She was braver than I ever would have been in the moment of death. And I bet she was a hell of a shooting star.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

I’ve been fighting to be who I am all my life. What’s the point of being who I am, if I can’t have the person who was worth all the fighting for?

A lover becomes a light when he or she enlightens world of someone.

A soulmate is a direct pathway to God.

You entered like a spark and lightened my candle called life. You will continue to burn until I melt don’t completely.

Swinging back and forthdeeply stuck in tranced forbidden dreamWanting not to recognize fantasyis purely schemeElaborate facade of lustinto realityTransferring thoughts of illusionwill be fatality

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

If you think that your partner has been cheating, then take a look at their will. If a past lover is in there, then it is probable that some form of infidelity has occurred.

Time for us began to be measured by moments when we spoke, and moments when we longed to speak again.

Angus was courting me with lines that stabbed deep in lonely, barren places. Like an unfair conqueror, he was delivering his words with an accent that had me dreaming of castles and lochs, and strong thighs under a rough kilt.

Love is the only reason that is reason enough

You deserve someone who you don't mind sharing your world with—someone you can trust in it. You deserve someone that you don't have to second guess. You deserve someone you trust as much as you trust yourself. You deserve someone you can talk to and not have to talk over. You deserve someone who believes in your dreams and loves you for your passion. You deserve someone who is worthy---someone who can love you the way you deserve to be loved. You deserve someone who will listen and not hold what you shared against you later. You deserve someone who makes you laugh. You deserve someone who makes you whole. You deserve someone who will make you smile every day, and I deserve the same thing, too.

One of the main roots of ungodliness is being a lover of pleasure more than a lover of God.

We cannot hunt for love. We can only surrender and become love’s prey.

The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.

To live with you is to live.To live without you is to die.

Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I'm back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace... The power in your touch, serenity of stride... The beating of your heart calms down my presence, gracing with eternal peace of mind... Bathing in the sunshine of your arms I'm deeply aware of the melodic stream that has no language...gliding beneath the quiet Heaven of your eyes...

Reminiscent of a diamond, she is gifted, privileged, and positioned to glisten.

To live in love is my life’s purpose.

The eyes of love have 20/20 vision when focused on another, and become entirely blind when focused on ourselves.

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

Everybody has somebody. It could be a friend, a lover, a spouse, a writing partner, or even That One Person You See At The Coffee Shop each day. Sometimes they exist to comfort you. Sometimes they exist to drive you absolutely mad. Be open to either as a form of self-improvement.