Affection Quotes
A watched pot never boils, but if I took my eyes from these negative thoughts for a second they would spill over the edges of my lips, and boil the beautiful moment alive as we lived it.
He didn't blame James for falling in love with her, she was a radiant, deserving woman. He knew, however, that love only did one thing. It got in the way.
...Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues...
...I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love...
I remember myself as a child, pudgy and awkward and unsure of myself. For a moment I wonder how anyone could love such a child as that, let alone the woman she promised to become.
If Jana had been given to putting her thoughts into words, she might have told Laxmi that without someone to love, there was no reason to live.
Some can't handle the fiery poet, how she rips into souls burning words into prose.
When the hatred stops will the love begin? When there is no more greed will there then be peace?
One does not become a poet by uttering beautiful words. One becomes a poet by pouring their soul as wine into the Cup of Love.
...what else would a poet priest do on an endless night, but write of love?...
Nations conquered and true love prevails, all encompassed in a poets tale.
Let us tear down the romantic trappings that have adorned passion. Let us cease believing that the measure of a man’s love lies in how stupid he has become or is willing to be.
Illiteracy and stupidity are not quite different statuses
I was that stupid, I realized. I was also stupid enough not to realize that sometimes even the most beautiful souls need to be shown love once in a while.
A miracle came in the form of a doctor whom her mother knew. He put her in a roasting pan and placed her above a fire to keep her warm.
Now love's the only thing thats free. We must take it where it's found. Pretty soon it may be costly.
…love grown dutiful is love grown olda withered cupid faltering at the bow…
He could only do rowdy because he felt what I felt: that whip-crack unleashing that comes when you meet the person who frees you
I am the Trolley of Love. Free rides before noon and after 11:58 am!
Abolish music prejudices. Form opinions and love music for itself, not its genre, performer(s) or popularity status.
Tell me the story..About how the sun loved the moon so much..That she died every night..Just to let him breathe...
There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.
No matter how far away we are from each other in distance, or in time, when we look up into the clear night Sky. We will always see the same Moon.
The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide.
You said: "Wait for the moon with me."I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.
The lovelorn came, too. The alone. The lunatics-they were brought here, sometimes. Got their name from the moon, it was only fair the moon had a chance to fix things.
This is a dying fleck of love, about a drunken man, and a broken woman, taking steps into the woods, trying to remember the days, when the moon was full.
...I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...
...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...
We'll be together. We both got our Point Zéro wishes — each other. He said he wished for me every time. He was wishing for me when I entered the tower.
A while ago, I wished upon a shooting star that one day I’d find someone to love…and now holding you in my arms makes me realize that wishes really do come true,
I have found that winning isn't everything, and, in fact, in the relationships I most care about, it isn't anything.
Bare essentials. Like packing for paradise when you know you’re boarding the barge to hell.
I violently dislike you, ' she said, and then she was gone, slamming the door and leaving a sort of shocked silence behind.
If he touches me, I will succumb. I know the power he wields over me and my traitorous body. I know.
Rain drops are not the ones who bring the clouds.
The both of us, we're individual parts on our own. She's the thunder and lightning and I'm the rain. It's only when we come together that it's right.We become the perfect storm. (Eric Carmen)
She cares about fall’s magnificence in the rainThe dipping raindrops' dance assigning thence Indicated rhyme that eases her refrainBefore they met - her paces commence.
Rain with an umbrella while holding hands with your lover is damned sure nice.