Love Story Quotes - Page 3

If sleep wasn't necessary, I would have used those 8 hours just to gaze at you.

I am a mathematician and I can confidently say that the best figure ever produced is your phone number.

Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. Where are Angels like you are from?

If beauty had religious and spiritual importance, there would have been your temples all around the world.

The blinking of eyes is an involuntary reflex action, provided they eyes are not watching your beauty.

A love-story is a book to be read by everyone whose heart beats for someone!

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

We must be able to look under the surface rather than over-analyze it and delude ourselves into thinking we’re seeing beneath it.

The world needs more love at first sight.

It won't hurt until you feel it.

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

Even the smallest shift in perspective can bring about the greatest healing.

I wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by the man of my dreams.

I think that the hardest thing you will ever come to understand is that you were not IN LOVE with the person that you spend years of your life with. You loved them, but you weren't in love with them...

& then the strangest clarity comes when you meet someone special...you come to understand why it didn't workout with anyone else.

My short love story gave me lots of memories but i never wanted memories, I wanted you.

I think of you only twice a day - when I am alone and when I am with someone else.

While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn’t sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn’t such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.

This isn't your world. It's your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.

You try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts.

Then his beautiful lips touched hers. A fluttering of wings, a cry of angels, a single beat of two hearts.