Lovers Quotes - Page 8

I could watch him do this until morning — never asking questions and never interrupting his work. I worship quietly — his intense focus and attention to detail and then, out of no where, I realize the inconvenient, inappropriate truth: ‘I love this man… and it has swallowed me.

But magic must hurry on, and the lovers remain...

I haven’t got time for a love life and that’s usually frustrating to the would-be lovers. Care to make a run for it?

I am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can’t help but glow.

How not to search that space where, for a time span lasting from dusk to dawn, two beings have no other reason to exist than to expose themselves totally to each other- totally, integrally, absolutely- so that their common solitude may appear not in front of their own eyes but in front of ours, yes, how not to look there and how not to rediscover "the negative community, the community of those who have no community"?

If you are too busy to love, you are too busy to live; if you are too busy to live, you are too busy to love.

I don't deserve a girl like Hatsumi," Nagasawa once said to me. I had to agree with him.

It's not sad that I don't love you anymore, it's I can't love anyone anymore.

Everything you do.. defies any dream I've ever dreamed. You're so much more perfect to me than I ever knew how to wish for. ~Tara Mae~

Strange, how we often hate the ones who save us and love the ones that are like poison.

If your wife puts on ten pounds, love her ten times more.If she puts on a hundred pounds, love her a hundred times more.If she puts on a thousand pounds, love her a thousand times more.

Those who never love, do not understand what love is.

When your lover is your best friend…then you know you’re one of the few and the fortunate.

The Cycle of True Love: First I see and think I love, then I say I know I love, today and forever more I decide to love.

The ink of a pen is simply the blood of a heart

The most challenging thing about love is sometimes we love someone who loves someone else.

He was just a taker. She was a taker in her way too. They were taking each other, and they loved each other for that. -June Havoc

How many rooms are there in the chambers of your heart? How many rooms full of memories can you describe like the one I’m going to tell you about. You know how you left him don’t you? The man you were so in love with once. Bing Cherry Silk. Another man left those for you didn’t he? And you put them on, just like I did.

.....we preferred each other’s company to company of anyone else. We excited one another’s in every imaginable way. We never bored each other. Our body mirrored our souls’ closeness. I never failed of erection, she never lacked lubrication, and our couplings carried us both to ecstasy. I’d call these things the parameters of love.

The way I see it, he's all we have left ofher.

It is easier to wipe a thousand tears from your eyes than to wipe a single tear from your soul.

She had been hesitant the first night, right before she had launched into him like a wild animal. The imprint of her violence had lasted on him well until the morning and while he had been hurt, he had loved the fact that she was into him, that she lusted after him fanatically, that she scratched him, wept on him, bit him and he was grateful that she let him see her like that: unhinged, throbbing and warm-skinned. She was powerful and thus ironically all the more defenceless in surrender. At times he felt as though she truly hated him, hated him for making her feel like this, for having to condescend herself just by wanting him. He felt as though she was warning him constantly through her seething, hurtling silence; to not let her down after she had disclosed so much of her soul to him. Her insecurities, her memories, her fetishes, her scent, her limbs; they had all been laid-bare in front of him and as he lay there next to the girl whose chest heaved and fell like the meter of a ghazal, he fell in love with that girl and her bundle of contradictions.’('Left from Dhakeshwari')

I wish not to tell you how I feelI choose silence so that you leaveKiss me goodbye and set me free

I thought fleetingly of Anne, how the faces changed but the act was always the same, the need was always the same, no one drew a line between the sex you bought and the love you made, and your body could not tell the difference.

Love is like being on a small boat in the middle of the sea with no compass and no one to rely on except each other.

You just wait.Soon, lovers all over the worldwill be reciting poems dedicated to you.This is my promise.

It’s a duress I’ll never regret succumbing to,” he murmured as his hands caressed the soft skin of her shoulders. “It gave me you. I never thought I could love someone so much that I’d be willing to let them go to keep them safe.

He clearly suffers from some past traumas too, so hopefully he'll understand why I was untruthful to him about mine.

She is not an ordinary girl. She is my fairy who will change my life and make it beautiful with her smiles.

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.

His presence was stirring heat in all the wrong places and for all the wrong reasons.

Why cannot you be loud in saying 'I love you' ?", she asked.Me:- It is just because I have got a great depth inside me that will take some time to reach the horizon. But believe me, it would be the loudest of all, anyone has ever heard.

Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion,let me relive my Love’s memory,to remember her body, so brave and so free,and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me,and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me,Ô, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!

Why bring him in my life at all when he never was meant to stay?

I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

It is difficult to love someone who loves you, but easy to hate someone who loves you, and love someone who hates you.

Don't cry after my death, I won't know it.Love me when I am alive.

Lovers tend to be philosophical, achievers are practical.

These days when you kiss a prince you often run the risk of turning him into a frog. But don't let the ogres in shining armor get you down. There is no need for distress - you don't want to be anyone's damsel anyway. Simply remind yourself that you are busy racking up those 'frequent failure points' that will eventually pay for an all expenses paid trip to Mr Right.

You turn me on from across the room, and I’ll completely melt if you come any closer.

Reaffirm your love for one another and let grow.

Run, sweetheart, run.

He stared at her, knowing with certainty thathe was falling in love. He looked the other way, Her face triggered through his heart, forcing him to look back, and admire that beauty!!Soon He pulled her close andkissed her beneath a blanket of stars,wondering how on earth he'd been luckyenough to find her... Wait it was morning, the dream was actually over !!

Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.

Everyone should have a place in your heart, but only a special few should have a place in your life.

It was a good day to die.I was in love. The house was clean

In many cases, it was the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that fell for her man.

You’ve always got me”“Always?”“Didn’t I just say so?”“Yes”“Am I liar? ““No.” I lied.

It is a great joy to love and be loved.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

The greatest feminists have also been the greatest lovers. I'm thinking not only of Mary Wollstonecraft and her daughter Mary Shelley, but of Anais Nin, Edna St. Vincent Millay, and of course Sappho. You cannot divide creative juices from human juices. And as long as juicy women are equated with bad women, we will err on the side of being bad.

When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

There was no need to analyze the feelings that the people caught in the commission of the amorous act, held for each other, for it was literally written in their hands.

Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration.

In the sea of my emotions, his presence is like a pearl in the oyster. Very hard to locate, yet very precious and still beautiful.

You think I don’t know what I want? You think I love the idea of relying on my looks for life? No! It’s pathetic! In my head, I have a nice, quiet, normal job that involves me running my own business. I carry a briefcase around my office with important documents, I have a nice assistant who calls me boss, and people ask me questions—they ask for my advice because I matter! I’m important to them! I’m recognized as something more than a pretty face and a pair of legs. I have a brain and interests and thoughts about religion, and poverty, and economics. I’m not a miserable girl with a number attached to her chest, stripping her clothes off in a room full of people.

Relationships are never complicated. You’re either together or you’re not. If someone says it’s complicated, it really just means someone’s killing time until something better comes along.

Love is like a cigarette we all know it kills but don't deny.

A WISHSometimes I wish that he will liveand I will see him.But mostly I wish that he will die, and take my memories with him.

I let you discover my skin but you found a way under.