Couples Quotes - Page 4

Love is a weakness which converts even the strongest minds as its slave and makes them sing its tune.

Flowers bloom whenever their eyes meet each other's, and whenever they depend on each other. What does it matter if they wed in the snow or in the rain? They have each other to support and love, and that's all that should matter.

If you want kids, choose your girlfriend like your future child has the deciding vote.

A man who lives with his wife is safer and more venerable than a man who lives with a tramp.

Many families remain for years in the same place, though both husband and wife are sick of it, simply because there is neither complete division nor agreement between them.

Liz asked me the other day what I thought about twice baked potatoes. How the fuck should I know? Was I supposed to be thinking about twice baked potatoes all this time? Is this where I went wrong? Are grown men supposed to have an opinion about twice baked potatoes?

If you search for imperfections, you'll find them

We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.

...we can say we love each other if my life is better because you're in it and your life is better because I'm in it.

Love is ageless and colorless. It is a spiritual force that binds two hearts and two souls together as one.

A woman's love for a man should never be taken for granted. What is life without love?

When all the fights stop, so does the passion.

As if reading her mind, he leaned into her again, pupils dark, irises glowing like a forest caught in the last rays of sun before dusk… “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Is that a trick question?

What would you do if I kissed you right now?"
I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. "I would kiss you back.

You asked why I couldn't forgive you," Nick said, very quietly, and I jumped a little. "It was because you were the love of my life, Harper. And you didn't want to be. That's hard to let go.

You could start a fire with the heat between you two."
"You're mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.

You smell good," he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled.
"Really?"
"Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon.

I hate you," I muttered.
Noah smiled wider. "I know.