Lovers Quotes - Page 4

All I wanted was to share myself with him...in a love way, lust way, every kind of way.

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

They stamped their own pattern of lovers onto the fabric of Paris.

Love someone because their soul inspires you, not because you’re interested in the relief from loneliness and companionship they can provide. Anybody can do that. Not just anybody can show you to yourself.

The massive lump of flesh that has created you, me, and maybe, animals, everything that has life will forever live.

Try not to change the world. You will fail. Try to love the world. Lo, the world is changed. Changed forever.

But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn't want to be without her.

Conor, I could search the world for another swashbuckling scientist, but I doubt if I would find one like you.

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible - magic to make the sanest man go mad.

I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you.

I'm telling you this for one reason and one reason only: No matter how sure you are of someone's love, it's always nice to hear it.

What made you fall in love with a prostitute?”
“I didn’t understand it myself at the time. But I’ve thought about it since, and I think it was because, knowing that your body would never be mine alone, I had to concentrate on conquering your soul.

But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves.

May be its mine bad-luck
Or yours not to get me
But I still have hope
Of being yours

True love is not a hide and seek game: in true love, both lovers seek each other.

I could watch him do this until morning - never asking questions and never interrupting his work. I worship quietly - his intense focus and attention to detail and then, out of no where, I realize the inconvenient, inappropriate truth: ‘I love this man… and it has swallowed me.

It's not about saying your sorry, or expecting me to forgive you. It's about showing love and respect to the people in your life each day you get to breathe. It's about taking responsibility for your decisions, honoring your commitments, and not fucking up in the first place.

True love is wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone you would sometimes also like to strangle.

It takes three to make love, not two: you, your spouse, and God. Without God people only succeed in bringing out the worst in one another. Lovers who have nothing else to do but love each other soon find there is nothing else. Without a central loyalty life is unfinished.

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.