Lovers Quotes

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Lover, " she whispers, and closes her eyes.It falls upon her.Love is like dying.

When you’re in love, you’re capable of learning everything and knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love is the key to understanding of all the the mysteries.

Love is the foolishness of men, and the wisdom of God.

Journeys end in lovers meeting.

I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost .The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.

She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.

Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.

my 6 foot goddessmakes me laughthe laughter of the mutilatedwho still needlove...she has saved mefrom everything that isnot here

My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.

What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet

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

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.

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

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two.

Lovers, forget your love, And list the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze.

His fingers have been slowly lacing through my hair.

-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-

I have not betrayed Julia.

I must tell you what you will not ask, though I may wish it unsaid the next moment

For she had eyes and chose me.

You can’t work with people you hate and succeed. At least, you won’t get the optimum of what you would have obtained when you work with people you love.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been.

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

I’ve lived what feels like a thousand years to feel your kiss but my little mate, I’m in charge.” He said huskily, an air of authority lacing his words.

Profound thinkers either become astute lovers or rebellious spirit

Everyone needs someone who can show them what heaven looks like.

Lovers are always together in heart, mind and soul.

Mattia's voice no longer stirred anything in his stomach, but he was aware of the idea of him and always would be, as the only true benchmark for everything that had come afterward.

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

I never lie, " I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.

She wasn’t sure if she even needed him anymore and the thought made her sad. In consolation, she offered him a kind smile and reached for his dependable hand.

Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom...I wouldn't wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

Tell me to stop, Aby, and I will...It will be the hardest thing I'll ever do, but if you don't want this, now would be the time to tell me.

[I] read books because I love them, not because I think I should read them.

I gave you up and died a little each day

And if the stars should ever die, we'll make our own light, you and I.

Layla, sweetheart, you haven’t had the right experience and apparently were not with the right people.

You can't have too much dog in a book.

It feels like forever, like he's lived through the same things as me, like our lives ran parallel for years until last week, when they finally intersected and fused.

What would I have done without books?

I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers

So if you choose me, then you have declared me more special to you than anyone else, because only one man can have that honor.

How could we love books more than money? This is the state of book lovers.

I thought of her as she, and she as her.

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

My grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together! For now it would be heavier than the sand of the desert.

Weeping is like cleansing your soul. It's liberating and somber.

You haunt my days and dreams.