Lovers Quotes - Page 10

Once fallen in true love, a person can't really fall out of it, no matter what. How much ever you try to hate your better half, you'll end up falling more instead. Some part of him will always reside in your heart.

You are mine." He spoke against her lips. "You always have been. You always will be.

Her beauty is a mastery of peace.

Words are whips in the wind traveling between lovers.

I have seen a lot of beautiful things in my time. I have seen the sun rise and set. I have seen the moon upon the waters reflecting it’s love. I have seen roses that’s beauty sat upon heaven’s doors. I have seen some of the most beautiful things in my life, and none of them can compare to the thought of you.

Love drowns dreary thoughtsIt gives wings to our heart,It transports us into another worldA world of blissful choice

I had tried to express myself, but couldn't do that because I was afraid that it will hurt someone. I never knew that not expressing myself hurt myself.

The only thing that can fall in Love is Love

I don't know, it's stupid being 20," she said. "I'm just not ready. It feels weird. Like somebody's pushing me from behind.

There are many fish in the sea, but never let a good one swim away.

Just give us until Rome.” The tears escaped. “Just give us until Rome, Melanie.

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night?A: Because you know I will never answer.

She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.

She believes in love, in destiny and she knows ...she feels her prince in her destiny. She just has to wait for the right time.....

Her love is rare but she'll keep you wild.

There are not enough days in forever to allow me to fully express the depth of my love for you.

But love is strange, as they used to say at the Chameleon Club. Even those of us who value intelligence over appearance have discovered, to our chagrin, that a high IQ doesn't necessarily translate into kindness or even conscience.

What haunts me most about her eyes is the pain I put in them... In the corner of my dark soul Her passion is dark like a kohl She is giving new meaning to these feelings She is complete she is whole.

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

-A man do everything for love, in love but he cant get love according to his desire, there is also involve the desire of someone else-

Lips are the fingerprints of love.

It is harder, usually, to find a person who wants to walk the streets of me, to taste the teas of my country, to... immigrate, you could say.

I don't know why but they you said it I started believing it.

This was the mark of deep infatuation, he thought: the desire to watch a woman talk just to see her lips move, to be around her.

the death of a great man demands the birth of a great son

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

To be friends is a beautiful thing, Tessa, and I do not scorn it, but I have hoped for a long time now that we might be more than friends.

My life consists of two things,Pain and hardship that no one but me can describe,Love and joy that can only be mesured in who I am

Her skin hummed with anticipation of Jaxon’s touch. She squeezed her thighs as her womb clenched. This could all go brilliantly or it could all go to hell.

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

love is not a race 1st 2nd 3rd....Love Is Only LoVE ,It come From Inside and Love Is Being In us!!!!

In this world, it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in.

Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs.

I'd like to have a good long talk with you once you've calmed down. Please call me soon. Happy Birthday.

If a woman tells you how terrible she looks, sincerely deny it, even if you agree.

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.

If a woman laughs when you hurt her, you ought to cry, for you have lost her; if she cries, you may laugh, for you have a worthy soulmate.

who will love you? who will fight? and who will fall far behind?

When you told me you loved me," Lily's eyes widened when she looked at Lux, "You saved the world.

How fickle is my young male heart as it avidly jumps from love to love

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.

Somehow they were entwining without touch, following a choreography laid down in time for lovers.

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

I wanted to reach out and stroke her, to be gentle and tender towards her. Take care of her.

To begin perfect happiness at the respective ages of twenty-six and eighteen, is to do pretty well; and professing myself moreover convinced, that the General's unjust interference, so far from being really injurious to their felicity, was perhaps rather conducive to it, by improving their knowledge of each other, and adding strength to their attachment, I leave it to be settled by whomsoever it may concern, whether the tendency of this work be altogether to recommend parental tyranny, or reward filial disobedience.

He couldn’t look back at the children. He couldn’t think of it. All he could do was watch the eyes of his wife.He pulled her to him, her body soft, her skin warm. She was life, she was his. He took her lips and tasted his freedom once more. The subtle tenderness. The hope hidden in joined breath. He took it into himself. Soaking in the peace that came with it.And even as the rustling began he felt still, he felt calm. Scratching and scrapping within the stones, and the rustle of wings. But all Eli knew was the nature of love.

May be its mine bad-luck Or yours not to get me But I still have hope Of being yours

You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet...

Once we were in love, So I know it's true, the saying: True love never endsFor as much as I loved you when we were sweethearts, I love you even more Now that we are friends

We are designed to dance. To use our bodies as weapons of grace, beauty and intrigue. We are designed to stretch until we master growth. To replace old dead cells and be physically renewed each moment. So challenges don’t destroy us, they just should make us dance more swiftly and passionately. For when we dance we please God. Especially when we dance in brokenness.

He trailed his eyes down over her beautiful breasts then told her, “You’re going to keep your mouth shut and I’m going togive you that Orgasm you asked for.” He thought for a moment she was going to tell him to get lost, but instead she leaned her head back against the wall and pushed her hips out toward him.

Your love is like star sky showers and magenta unicorns.

I have missed you. And I did not know anything was missing.

The touch of your fingersgrazing minedelicate asa single drop of winein a crystal goblet.Rolling it round,I savor it on my tongue,try tomake it lastforever.The words Iloveyouform in the airand melt. Your palm againstmy cheek,light asa snowflake.

A feeling struck me one fine day that people call ‘love’,Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow…I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above,Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow…That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens,I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul…I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad,But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console…I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me ‘mad’,And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role…But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow,Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now,Although I don’t know where he went after that fateful day…I still try to convince myself every day, I know how,Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge…Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed,One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish…One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow,But he doesn’t know that one day, the girl herself would perish…Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait,For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn’t in her fate…

It is a kiss that, once begun, never really ends. Interrupted, yes. Paused, certainly. But from that very moment onward, Vera sees the whole of her life as only a breath away from kissing him again. On that night in the park, they begin the delicate task of binding their souls together, creating a whole comprising their separate halves.

The curves of his smile become the waves in my ocean.

They stamped their own pattern of lovers onto the fabric of Paris.

Love is God.Love is divine.Love is an act of God.

He offered her power, money, status...a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.