Lovers Quotes - Page 14

Your love is like star sky showers and magenta unicorns.

Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

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

Frequent friction when love becomes political.

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

A good woman comes in all shapes and colors.When you find her, adore her.

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.

I promised her that I would never kiss and tell, but I have to tell someone about my dreams and fairytales. So I’m telling you that I kissed her.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.

Lilith came to Longinus in the night, as she often did, and the darkness of the cave was filled with the lustful sounds of their passionate couplings. Afterwards, as he lay back with his eyes closed, she ran her cool fingers playfully across his chest and whispered honeyed words in his ear.

Why?"He stopped pacing and looked at her as if she'd just asked him to count every leaf on every tree in the Old Place. "Because... you're you.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies, that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.

William Shakespeare

It is nice to touch, it is nice to be touched, but it is so much nicer to touch someone's heart.

A man that knows your worth doesn't need to be told how to treat you. That's a given! You won't have to question his feelings, his motives, nor his intentions. How will I know? You ask. See, he will freely show you how he feels and prove it consistently. If you're settling for anything less than what you deserve. Then, maybe you don't even know your worth.

Amaka Imani Nkosazana

you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.

While learning others, respect demands that one never takes issue with another's freedom to choose their 'get down' - their way of living... and don't be mad. But carefully listen, observe, and compare mental notes before you open your heart's desire -- to make a clear determination what's in your best interest. If you already know how the story ends, and it doesn't fit you, keep [the] proper distance in perspective, in any form(s) of relationship, for the love of self. It may be disappointing, but you'll eventually discover the right one deserving of your full attention. Or, you may be surprised by their sudden awakening to your worthiness. Walk slowly, especially, when it comes to matters of the heart.

In the silence of loveyou will find the spark of life

Jalaluddin Rumi

I waitwith silent passionfor one gestureone glancefrom you

Jalaluddin Rumi

My wails of sorroware tormenting my soul

Jalaluddin Rumi

Dreaming of getting you I loosed everything Cheerfulness of smile And all the dreams of life

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love

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

Love hurts because it holds hearts

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state that makes you try to convince your heart of something your mind knows is a lie!

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting

We can try and push eachother away, we can try and deny what we feel but when two hearts have connected and two souls have been reminded of love there is simply no way fate can keep us apart.

I know that touching you will be understanding my fingers for the first time.

Kels Adeline Sapp

Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with prideFor they are the players of harmony.Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with prideFor they are the conductors of unity.And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their heartsFor they are merely the instruments of rhapsody.

You let go of my hand to hold on to my heartDistance grasps us tightnow that we are apart

A heart in love is a thriller book of many stories

Some days I'm to sip you. Some days I'm to be drowned.

Last night the nightingale sat by my window and sang her joyous song of love...Though I loved it, my heart silently missed the beautiful song of your heart beat!

Love is that indefinable moment of brokenheartedness when you cry and someone weeps with your tears

Dearest Cecilia, You’d be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don’t think I can blame the heat.

Ah! keep my songs within your heart (The heart that holds the singer too), And never to the world impart The music only meant for you. Nor breathe one word, one tender word aloud, Lest it be heard by the cold-hearted crowd. To sing what only you can hear Will keep my heart in perfect tune; As sings the nightingale, when clear Above her shines the summer moon, And every tone of truthful love that flows Is heard alone by the enraptured rose.

Without emotional response, love is an act of self-deceiving self-satisfaction by an unsatisfied self.

Mohammed Ali Bapir

People search the world over looking for someone to love them, when they should be searching for someone to love.

Richelle E. Goodrich

When you are in love, you always want to be with your lover.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Falling in love is the most beautiful wonder.

Lailah Gifty Akita

My love, you are always on my mind and heart.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Love is not self-seeking.Love is not easily angered.

Lailah Gifty Akita

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

Bangambiki Habyarimana

Love is soul food.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Love is the key to the heart.

Lailah Gifty Akita

In some cases, it is the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that has left her man for another.

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

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

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Being called ‘love’ or ‘my love’ by someone doesn’t necessarily mean that you are loved or even liked by them.

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Sweetheart, my heart is your home, you can always stay there.

Lailah Gifty Akita

My darling husband, my heart is your home.

Lailah Gifty Akita

I had my own bed. I slept in it alone, except for those times when we needed—not sex—but sex was how we got there.

Years of love, followed by heartache. Those are the years that define me.Those are the years that know– love’s eternity is you.

You see herand ascend into love. You become enchanted, a found madman. In your love,you lose yourself and become her. You were once without her, now with her. You still feel her and descend into love. You become enraptured, a lost madman. In your love,you lost yourself and her. You were once with her, nowwithout her.

The songs of separation Are not always full of painOften they talk of the fondnessThat flows in the lovers’ veins…

Neelam Saxena Chandra

Before you came,things were as they should be:the sky was the dead-end of sight,the road was just a road, wine merely wine.Now everything is like my heart,a color at the edge of blood:the grey of your absence, the color of poison, of thorns,the gold when we meet, the season ablaze,the yellow of autumn, the red of flowers, of flames,and the black when you cover the earthwith the coal of dead fires.And the sky, the road, the glass of wine?The sky is a shirt wet with tears,the road a vein about to break,and the glass of wine a mirror in whichthe sky, the road, the world keep changing.Don’t leave now that you’re here—Stay. So the world may become like itself again:so the sky may be the sky,the road a road,and the glass of wine not a mirror, just a glass of wine.

Faiz Ahmad Faiz

Time after time, they brought each other to new heights of ecstasy, until finally, they lay spent in each others arms in the quiet peace and contentment that only lovers know.

Why, I've been all over the world, I tell you, and fairly loafed and lolled in every conceivable sort of ease and luxury, but the Soul of me—the wild, restless, breathless, discontented soul of me—never sat down before in all its life—I say, until my frightened hand cuddled into his broken one. I tell you I don't pretend to explain it, I don't pretend to account for it; all I know is—that smothering there under all that horrible wreckage and everything—the instant my hand went home to his, the most absolute sense of serenity and contentment went over me.

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

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

They took my booksbecause my message was love.They took my penbecause my words were love.Then they took my voicebecause my song was love.Soon they’ll take myselfso nothing remains.But they don’t know that when I'm gonemy love will stay.

How queer it was for two lovers to suddenly turn into strangers?

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