Lovers Quotes

Mean wordsOnce upon a time, I loved you But I will neverI swear.

~ Arzum Uzun

You know when you mix butt and Angel in the same sentence, it becomes an insult,” I say and take a big gulp from the can. With his back to me, he says, “Trust me, I would never dream of insulting your butt. I’m sure it’s better than anything I’m cooking out here.

~ Rucy Ban

And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy

~ Vladimir Nabokov

She would make a man of me. She puts strength and courage into me as no one else can. She is unlike any girl I ever saw; there’s no sentimentality about her; she is wise, and kind, and sweet. She says what she means, looks you straight in the eye, and is as true as steel.

~ Louisa May Alcott

Once when I asked you if you still loved your wife, you said, Love leaves the back door open. Later, you said, Love like a hospital gown opens at the back. And you slipped out.

~ Joan Connor

There is nothing sexier than sword fight.

~ Stana Katic

As the boys screamed and hauled off handfuls of mulch, Olivier had slowly, deliberately, gently taken Gabri’s hand and held it before gracefully lifting it to his lips. The boys had watched, momentarily stunned, as Olivier had kissed Gabri’s manure-stained hand with his manure-stained lips. The boys had seemed petrified by this act of love and defiance. But just for a moment. Their hatred triumphed and soon their attack had re-doubled.

~ Louise Penny

Holding you close to my heart makes me feel special. In this moment, I am free to be me.

~ Zarina Bibi

A woman never loves to any man, she only controls him

~ Er.teji

I imagined/felt their palms sweating, their sweat mingling, mutually fertilized, and dripping to the ground, where it gave birth to a scolopendra, the forked ends of its tail bedecked with the sparkle of drying tears. Their sweat would mingle again at night; the sweat from their bellies would run down into their loins, fill their belly buttons, and glimmer in the moonlight like the tears drying on the scolopendra's tail.

~ Elizaveta Mikhailichenko

The breeze carried the music into the distant country plains, past the bullet trains, across the majestic cornfields and the Christmas tree farms. The music swept past the Georgia orange trees, the droning honeybees, and the shining seas of the Atlantic. It wafted past the London Pier. Young Britney wanted all of Nod to hear.

~ David Paul Kirkpatrick

If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.

~ Iain Thomas

...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.

~ Kellie Elmore

If it’s the right person, it’s easy.

~ Nina Ardianti

An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it's heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.One day someone came,took it out from dark,she kissed it,loved it,played with it,put it with her heart,and makes it her life part.Daily she played,daily she fought,But, never she threw it out.one day, an unknown came,who kissed her,loved her,and used to play with her.He took my out my heart from her,and threw it on the street,then there is nothing more than weep.An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it's heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.Sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.

~ Abhishek Singh Sikarwar

Nothing stayed, nothing ever changed. But love, only love, that was the true part of the story, no matter what the beginning, middle or end.

~ Selena Kitt

There is none other like me. There is none other like her. We are unbelievable, impossible. I fly as high as the Heavens which cast me out. I have run out my comet's course: she is the world, I have sought out. Round her I have cast the loop of my orbit, and am held fast and safe; she is my Sea of Tranquility, my Milky Way, bearded with Berenice's Hair. I am a new constellation, pegged out in the sky. I am joy. Complete. For ever.

~ Rosie Garland

Her loving hands, soft lips, and perfumed scents were an addiction for which he had no cure.

~ Travis Luedke

We have scholars galore, and kings and emperors, and statesmen and military leaders, and artists in profusion, and inventors, discoverers, explorers - but where are the great lovers? After a moment's reflection one is back to Abelard and Heloise, or Anthony and Cleopatra, or the story of the Taj Mahal. So much of it is fictive, expanded and glorified by the poverty-stricken lovers whose prayers are answered only by myth and legend.

~ Henry Miller

He was just a taker. She was a taker in her way too. They were taking each other, and they loved each other for that. -June Havoc

~ Karen Abbott

And among many understandings and misunderstandings, Lany and Antony once again were victims of an illusory love...

~ Pet Torres

If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then its yours forever. If it doesnt, then it was never yours to begin with.

~ Jack Engelhard

I feel love is like a cigarette –you know it is not good for you but by the time you realize, you are so addicted to it that you can't leave it.

~ Shreya Gupta

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

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance - that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it - then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion.

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

Who but lovers dream alike?

~ Lloyd Alexander

Loving isn't about selecting only the good parts. It's about taking the whole and loving the lot.

~ Santa Montefiore

She understood the risks, the limits, the possible consequences, and she was willing to accept all of that in return for the sheer joy of being with him. One night with him…one hundred… whatever fate allowed her, she would take.

~ Lisa Kleypas

he stretched out beside her, uncomfortably close, as if they were lovers. Real lovers and not the most mismatched pair of fuck buddies ever.

~ Larissa Ione

The world is full of love stories, and all lovers are in a sense the avatars of their predecessors.

~ Salman Rushdie

A century ago, life screwed that poor man and me because we were too young, and now they want to do the same thing because we are too old.

~ Gabriel García Márquez

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

~ Eoin Colfer

If you haven't fall in love yet...you haven't experienced true pain and happiness.

~ Chandan Sharma

She gave her husband such a night of sexual pleasure that his eyes followed her constantly after that, narrow and hot. He grew molten when she passed near other men, and at night they made their own shaking tent. They got teased too much and moved farther off, into the brush, into the nesting ground of shy and holy loons. There, no one could hear them. In solitude they made love until they became gaunt and hungry, pale windigos with aching eyes, tongues of flame.

~ Louise Erdrich

His passion she had expected, even his expertise, for a man of his years would not have been without women. She had even, in the long days of yearning, suspected his tenderness, which led him now to kiss her temples and the inner crook of her elbow with the same attention he gave to her lips and breasts. What she had not anticipated was that he would be vulnerable as well.

~ Ruth Wind

When I say love, I mean love.

~ Sofía Navarro

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

~ Emma Calin

Somehow they were entwining without touch, following a choreography laid down in time for lovers.

~ Emma Calin

To love her was to taste sweet surrender. For had she not entered his life, he would have sought the wonders of both Heaven and Earth. But she surpassed them all and, by her pleasing nature, stayed him.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

I see myself as Kiki de Montparnasse, trying to get Man Ray's attention. (Sofia Navarro, 7th July 2012).

~ Sofía Navarro