Love Quotes - Page 7

Marriage is like a violin. After the beautiful music is over the strings are still attached.

My husband will never chase another woman. He's too fine too decent too old.

If love is the answer could you rephrase the question?

I don't know which was worse the cost of the bridesmaid dress or having to wear it.

Debbie Etchings

A bachelor is a man who has to know how to remove a coffee stain from a catsup stain from a silk tie.

I don't like being best man at a wedding 'cause there's no way to prove it.

Anonymous

A bachelor is a man who can take a nap on top of a bedspread.

Definition of a bachelor: A man who likes to invite girls over for a Scotch and sofa.

Anonymous

No woman ever shot her husband while he was doing the dishes.

Anonymous

The groom is so much better for her than her last boyfriend. He's sophisticated he brings her flowers and candy he dines by candlelight. Her last boyfriend thought it was enough to spray her name on a fence.

I have learned that only two things are necessary to keep one's wife happy. First let her think she's having her way. And second let her have it.

The last word in an argument is what a wife has. Anything a husband says after that is the beginning of another argument.

Anonymous

My wife thinks I'm too nosy. At least that's what she writes in her diary.

He loved her for what she was - rich. He worshiped the ground her family struck oil on.

Anonymous

No man is boss in his own home but he can make up for it by making a dog play dead.

Marriage is a great institution but I'm not ready for an institution.

Mae West

We're having a little disagreement. What I want is a big church wedding with bridesmaids and flowers and a no-expense-spared reception and what he wants is to break off our engagement.

Definition of a bridegroom: A man who is amazed at the outcome of what he thought was a harmless little flirtation.

Anonymous

After fifteen years of marriage my wife wants us to recommit our vows. As a man I don't understand her need to get married again. We've got our toaster let's move on.

We have found that the best way for our marriage to work is to let me make the big decisions and my wife the small ones. With this system I'm noticing there are usually no big ones.

Before criticizing your wife's faults remember that they may have prevented her from getting a better husband.

Anonymous

When you see a married couple coming down the street the one who is two or three steps ahead is the one who's mad.

Anonymous

It's not that I'm too particular. It's just that I'm going to wait for Dr. Right.

Anonymous

When I married Mr. Right I didn't know his first name was Always.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it the worse the attack.

Mary Roberts Rinehart

Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.

I went back to the clanging city, I went back where my old loves stayed, But my heart was full of my new love's glory, My eyes were laughing and unafraid.I met one who had loved me madly And told his love for all to hear -- But we talked of a thousand things together, The past was buried too deep to fear.I met the other, whose love was given With never a kiss and scarcely a word -Oh, it was then the terror took me Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred.Oh, love that lives its life with laughter Or love that lives its life with tears Can die - but love that is never spoken Goes like a ghost through the winding years…I went back to the clanging city, I went back where my old loves stayed, My heart was full of my new love's glory, - But my eyes were suddenly afraid.

This metropolitan world, then, is a world where flesh and blood is less real than paper and ink and celluloid. It is a world where the great masses of people, unable to have direct contact with more satisfying means of living, take life vicariously, as readers, spectators, passive observers: a world where people watch shadow-heroes and heroines in order to forget their own clumsiness or coldness in love, where they behold brutal men crushing out life in a strike riot, a wrestling ring or a military assault, while they lack the nerve even to resist the petty tyranny of their immediate boss: where they hysterically cheer the flag of their political state, and in their neighborhood, their trades union, their church, fail to perform the most elementary duties of citizenship.Living thus, year in and year out, at second hand, remote from the nature that is outside them and no less remote from the nature within, handicapped as lovers and as parents by the routine of the metropolis and by the constant specter of insecurity and death that hovers over its bold towers and shadowed streets - living thus the mass of inhabitants remain in a state bordering on the pathological. They become victims of phantasms, fears, obsessions, which bind them to ancestral patterns of behavior.

Love is the key to diversity

Cherrye S. Vasquez

[I]n love, man declares himself unsatisfied in his individuality taken by itself, he postulates the existence of another as a need of the heart; … the life which he has through love to be the truly human life, … The individual is defective, imperfect, weak, needy; but love is strong, perfect, contented, free from wants, self-sufficing, infinite; … friendship is a means of virtue, and more: it is … dependent however on participation. … [I]t cannot be based on perfect similarity; on the contrary, it requires diversity, for friendship rests on a desire for self-contemplation. One friend obtains through the other what he does not himself possess. … However faulty a man may be, it is a proof that there is a germ of good in him if he has worthy men for his friends. If I cannot be myself perfect, I yet at least love virtue, perfection in others.

Ludwig Feuerbach

There is no redemption in a cruel man's love.

There is within me a knot of cruelty borne by the stream of love, much as our blood sometimes bears the seed of our destruction ...

I close my eyes, knowing that afterward we will fall asleep together on our small mattress, as we do every night, listening to the wind in the palm trees outside our window, believing in our thick dreams that we are capable of nothing cruel.

You Tavi,” he answered her, putting her mind to rest. “You’re his legacy, everything he was, he taught you, passed himself on through you in a father daughter bond. He was very proud of the young woman you’ve become, and he loved you greatly, he will always live on in your heart. And one day you’ll pass on some of what he taught you to others, then he’ll continue to live on through them too, that way he’ll never be forgotten or truly gone. Every day something you do will remind you of him and you’ll remember him with love and affection, that’s a great legacy to leave behind Tavi.

Sallyann Phillips

I don’t call it "Life Insurance," I call it "Love Insurance." We buy it because we want to leave a legacy for those we love.

Love it, Do it, Be in it, Become it until it regenerates in your legacy.

Goitsemang Mvula

You know." he said, resting the fiddle in his lap, "once you love something enough--enough to let it consume you completely--it becomes part of you, even when it's buried and quiet.

For a minute there, I thought I stood a chance. But I guess in the end, Mitchell will still be the lucky one.

It wasn't my intention to love you that much. I did everything to show how much I care for you. But I guess, you didn't love me as much as I did. Even how hard I tried to hold you but you let me go. Urgh! That was painful. I still wait for you even it takes years.

You were my single greatest adventure.

Carrie Hope Fletcher

I don't go after him. He's a funny sort of boy. I've known that from the start. Not just because he seems angry and contemptuous or the way he walks like a tough guy. Because of his smile - it's a child's smile.

Delphine de Vigan

Shara was already an avid reader by then, but she had never realized until that moment what books meant, the possibility they presented: you could protect them forever, store them up like engineers store water, endless resources of time and knowledge snared in ink, tied down to paper, layered on shelves.... Moments made physical, untouchable, perfect, like preserving a dead hornet in crystal, one drop of venom forever hanging from its stinger.She felt overwhelmed. It was--she briefly thinks of herself and Vo, reading together in the library--a lot like being in love for the first time.

Robert Jackson Bennett

The curtains were blood-red and drawn. This was not an office. It was a small library, two storeys high, with thin ladders and impractical balconies and an expansive ceiling featuring a gaggle of naked Greeks. It was the sort of library you'd marry a man for.

Catherine Lowell

I fall in love with any girl who smells of library paste.

Charles M. Schulz

Sometime I wish if I were from Mars, because no one loves me here.

My love let me be your chalice your holy grail of dreams.

He imagined them sitting somewhere, just enjoying each other's company, her head on his chest, his arm around her. And he realized how desperately lonely he had become.

The only thing I can tell you is when it's there, you know it. And when it ain't, no amount of wishful thinking will make it so.

You are my shooting star, and I always make a wish every time I see you.

It’s not too late,” he says. “Zahra, I—”“Sh.” I lay a finger across his lips. “Don’t say it. You will marry Caspida, and you will learn to love each other. You will live a happy life, long after my lamp has passed to new hands.”“I won’t make my third wish,” he says. “That’s the answer! If I don’t make the wish, you can stay here in the palace for as long as you want. You’ll never have to go back to your lamp. We can fight off anyone who tries to take you from me.

If you like someone, you wish them well.But.If you love someone, you breathe wellness into them.

Everyone wants to see a falling star and make all their wishes come true. My wish is to see only you, because you are the only star in my life.

I wish we had met away from all these battles. I wish we had met in a land of peace without social classes and with no conflicts. I wish we had met in prehistoric times wearing cranberry leaves. I wish we had met when there were no disagreements about our bodies and no doctrinal differences. I wish we had met when the veil was not an issue and when there were no shaving blades, no hair colors and no perfumes to hide your natural smell. I wish we have met when there were no shoes to coerce our steps, no fashion and socks brands to put each of us in a certain social class. I wish we have met when there were no cars and no traffic. I wish we have met when there were no battles to be forced to see you as an unarmed knight with the heresy of currencies.

But he just stared at my eyes, as if searching for a stray eyelash. A free wish.

I wish that without me your heart would break, i wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake, I wish that without me you couldn't eat, I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

Kate Nash

I wish you'd fall in love with me," she said."Why?""Because you're really someone worth falling in love with. And if we were in love, I wouldn't be drifting. I wouldn't be nobody. At least not while I was with you.

Oh, poor baby,” she said, mimicking his drawl.“Whew. You’re back. There was this other Susie here a minute ago, and she was really nice to me. She scared the shit out of me.”She laughed. “They locked her back up in the loony bin.”“Good, because there’s only one Susie for me—the one who calls me on my crap and doesn’t let me get away with jack shit. That’s the Susie I need. That’s the Susie I’ve missed coming home to over the last year.” He kissed her. “And that’s the Susie who’s going to leave a gaping hole in my heart and my life if she doesn’t give me another chance.

You’d throw yourself in front of a bus for me.”She would and he knew it.He knew it and she knew that he felt that knowledge burrow deep and he liked it.Elle felt tears stinging the backs of her eyes, her body melted into his,her arms tightened around him and she whispered back, “Yes,Pren,though I hope I never get the chance.

Anthony watched him, dumbfounded, and then turned to Lucy. “What have you done with Zack’s brain?”Lucy stood to follow Zack. “What brain? I don’t think he has one. I think he’s just one giant exposed nerve ending. I swear sometimes at night, I can hear his neurons snapping like popcorn.

Jennifer Crusie

Dont shave,I like it..It helps with one of my new fantasies.""Yeah ?"Zack shifted a little to the center on top of him for maximum pleasure."What new fantasy is that ?"Lucy grinned,the sleepiness in her smile melting into guile."The one about the innocent schoolteacher and the vicious,uncivilized cop.Want to play ?""Sure."Zack ran his hands up her back."Who do you want to be ?""I,of course will be the innocent schoolteacher"Lucy batted her eyes at him."Which makes me the cop.All right you have the right to remain naked."Lucy laughed.

Jennifer Crusie

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