Lovers Quotes

A half-open window.Morning-fresh air carriescurious sunlight into a bedroom.Flecks of dust shimmer yellow-gold.Four feet, entwined under white sheets.Joni's Blue, on the player.Delicate curtains slow-danceto Sunday's tune.Laughter.Talk of: what for breakfast?Anything. Anything at all.

I was moving around with my imperfect, broken pieces until you came across and stitched my flaws with your words.

7amThey said that I’d forget you,and I knew it wasn’t true.But sometimes I wake up now,and my heart’s no longer blue.I press the Keurig button,dancing across the room—Sometimes it’s nearly seven,before I’ve thought of you.And though we sleep together,all night side by side,one day I’ll have my coffeewithout you in my mind.

Whatever I learned,Whatever I knew,Seems like those faded years of childhood that flew,Away in some dilemma,Always in some confusion,The purpose of this life,Seems like an illusion!

The situation is very slightly solemn and thus embarrassing, as are all such situations when after the initial lovemaking, the lovers confront a future they are suddenly required to take on.

Distance may be the segregator but our thoughts and dreams are what keep us together.

Life is the lover's responsibility.

He was her reason for existence,She was his ultimate risk.

When he came back, I hid my face within my hands. He said: "Fear nothing. Who has seen our kiss? --Who saw us? The night and the moon.""And the stars and the first flush of dawn. The moon has seen its visage in the lake, and told it to the water 'neath the willows. The water told it to the rower's oar."And the oar has told it to the boat, and the boat has passed the secret to the fisher. Alas! alas! if that were only all! But the fisher told the secret to a woman."The fisher told the secret to a woman: my father and my mother and my sisters, and all of Hellas now shall know the tale.

Everything hurts right now and nothing is helping because as the pain is getting worse — so is the love.

It has been utterly exhausting to love you.

Only loyal love knows the sacred path to a faithful heart

I love a boy with sun-kissed hair,With ocean storms in his bright blue eyes,I love a boy who drinks my tears when I cry.

Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams.

Far away soul in a dreamy stateForgotten slumber seemingly latePure rhythmic love now rising higherUnclad passion our only attire

Sleep without the fragrance of her hair next to him was impossible.

True love makes you sleep and dream. But loud reality wakes you up

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

You keep looking at me like that and we won't make it through dinner. I'll take you right there on that counter. No doubt you'd taste better.

DON'T SAY, DODo not say thingsYou think I want to hear.Instead,Say what you sincerely mean,And really intend to do.Do not think you are helping meBy occasionallyBeing here or there,If you really have no intentionOf holding my handAll the way through.Do not say you care for me,If you do not careWhenever I'm clearlyDown and blue.And do not want what's best For you,If you do not wish the bestFor me too.Do not calculate gifts or deedsOr your giving will never feelGenuinely true.Just say what you meanAnd mean what you say, And let's lay these down – As our love'sGolden rules.

I will, however, establish that success in love, as in all other aspects of life, belongs, as a rule, to the persistent and fiber man. Chaucer had reason to make the Old Bath confess: 'The truth is, more or less, we always succumb to attention and perseverance'.

Our bodies were printed as blank pages to be filled with the ink of our hearts

Perfectionists talk about first love. Realists talk about true love. Optimists talk just about love.

He knows her like man knows earth, touching the surface but unaware of her depth.

...he's just so out-of-this-world. They don't make them like that anymore.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

The most expensive jewels are not found around our necks, but in our hearts.

Tonight I've set my body on fireI've burned my fingers On your chest and absAnd as the flame Continued consuming me I blew my air kisses All over youUntil I've heard The explosion.

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is my life ever going to make sense?

Treat marriage like a diamond necklace; if broken, fix it, but do not throw it away.

This should never have happened, Brishen. We were unimportant, you and I. We weren't supposed to mean anything to anyone.""Woman of day," he said slowly. "You mean everything to me.

In her head is warAll the time just warI put her to bedI bring peace to the world

As a lover or a dipsomaniac, I've no doubt of your being a most fascinating specimen. But as a combiner of forms, you must honestly admit it, you're a bore.

Even you Spent a lots of time to find your lovers but you doesn't know that he is close by you and ready to touching you.

Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself…

Everyone knows what falling in love is like but being in love is what people have lost. That intimacy to be in bed with somebody and just laugh and not hold anybody accountable for what they say.

She felt a feathery touch on her back and turn to see the man of her pleasures standing with her in the shower. Lost in her own thoughts, he’d managed to sneak in unheard. She looked at him now. His naked body glistened as the water rolled down his broad chest, over the firm and delicious abs and on down to his…On my, what a big boy, she whispered as she reached for him.

You're my sweet, sexy, goddess of love and I want you and every beautiful little thing that you make.

Love is indeed its own hallucinogenic affecting the mind, heart and mood

Mr. Thorton love Margaret! Why, Margraret would never think of him, I'm sure! Such a thing has never entered her head." "Entering her heart would do.

I have seen conversations that I had three years ago, when I was young, in love, and naive. I've grown a lot since those days. I now know that love isn't just that abstract feeling, because there are so many other sides to it. Sometimes you learn that to truly love someone you have to just support them as a person, and step out of their view finder. Be their friend and nothing else. Sometimes you learn to walk away and find what you need. You learn you knew nothing and that's when you grow up and change your ways. There may be no fairy take endings, but that is okay, because love is much more real than that. So much less superficial.

An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it's heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.One day someone came,took it out from dark,she kissed it,loved it,played with it,put it with her heart,and makes it her life part.Daily she played,daily she fought,But, never she threw it out.one day, an unknown came,who kissed her,loved her,and used to play with her.He took my out my heart from her,and threw it on the street,then there is nothing more than weep.An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it's heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.Sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.

I loved you when I left you.

This isn't your world. It's your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.

Better in Hell with me, than alone in Heaven.

Try not to change the world. You will fail. Try to love the world. Lo, the world is changed. Changed forever.

What are you staring at?""Rain drops on window glass is a sort of love-bite, is it not?

You are the mark on my liquid heartwhere love begins with the beginning’s startYou are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liarsFrom the poem- A Letter to My Love

By picking him up again, i guess you're just lost, baby. Lost.

Edward chuckled into her mouth.

Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky." Excerpt from Grace Willow's Last Minute Bride

Some kleptomaniacs do not steal things only; they also, while some only, steal lovers.

Life cannot be lived without irritations and angers; fights and placation-A cycle of Karma, wheels of succor.

I cried for all of those things that should have just been for us...

Thank you for existing.

Lovers remain in each other's energy fields for 21 days after intercourse. Renewed with each act. Do the math. Choose wisely... otherwise you're carrying that stink with you for a long time...Stop having sex right now!...All of you. Until you know you're not giving yourselves away." - Sheerah

Your love is poetry in perpetual motion capturing my heart with centrifugal force.

Hide the miles between usRun to meLike you run yourFingers through my hairDesire in every digit, in every touch.Run to meLike rivers run in springtimeFilled with renewing loveAs they do with the melting snow.Fly to meAs the birds fly the continentsCommitted to build their nests.Fly to meAs a cottonwood fluff in the airAll over me, head to toe, gentlyCome here.

Three things in life you will never have to chase: True friends, true love and your destiny!

Spread the light of love in the spirit of purity of the soul.