Quotes about lover

All mankind love a lover.

He who loves with purity considers not the gift of the lover, but the love of the giver.

You entered like a spark and lightened my candle called life. You will continue to burn until I melt don’t completely.

Mothering your man is not sexy for you or for him. If you want your man to "start being a man", start being his lover not his mother.

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVERThere is the motherWho cooks too muchTo feed her children,And there is the motherWho cooks too little,Or not at all.There is the birdThat returns to its nestWith just a frail wormAnd feeds it to her babies,And there is the birdThat kills its frail babiesJust to eat the worm.There is the loverWho argues thatThere is neverEnough love,And there is the other loverWho argues that love isAll there everWas.

Which was worse, telling a person you loved them when you didn’t mean it? Or loving them and never telling them at all?

She was my friend. Briefly, she was my lover. She was braver than I ever would have been in the moment of death. And I bet she was a hell of a shooting star.

A tomboy is a bisexual girl’s dream lover.

A humanitarian seldom makes a good lover. For a lover’s world revolves around their lover, while a humanitarian’s world revolves around the world.

I want to be some body’s dumplin’. I’m not chicken.

He is not my focus," Diana told writer Rodney Tyler of Arne. "He’s my husband, my companion, my lover, my confidant. But not my focus. I wasn’t lost, then found by Arne. I was single and met a wonderful man and we enjoyed each other’s company and enjoyed our times together. So it was not lost and found. That’s crap. I have never been lost.

Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.

He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched....

Then he gave me a sweet kiss as if I was his one and only lover.

Be a lover, nother else will matter.

Swinging back and forthdeeply stuck in tranced forbidden dreamWanting not to recognize fantasyis purely schemeElaborate facade of lustinto realityTransferring thoughts of illusionwill be fatality

A conqueror is always a lover of peace.

The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.

Beauty is the lover's gift.

A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.

There is nothing I can do that won’t bring me back to you.

To all the true lovers: Your unconditional love is the reason why flowers bloom.To all the beloveds: You are the reason why universe came into existence.

Catch my heart and take my Hand to find yourself some Big Time Love.

I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.

Men take care of your responsibilities with maturity.

In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.

Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration.

I’m a man of integrity. My heart is locked and I have given you the only key.

Love is serious and tolerant. Magnificent and noble.

Conditional love. Far from Gods original love.

Love is not a receiving material, It's a giving material. Like a pen;giving poems, Like a sun and moon;giving hot and cool, Like a person like you;giving love to your love!

Derrick, you have to make the air move out of her tummy. You are not assaulting her. You're saving her from a stomach ache. ~Anne Howard

He's cheap and cheesy, coz he loves you. If you want to know how 'expensive' he has been, just check his inbox, see how may gals he disappointed for you.

There is a moon,that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.

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

And even though they had not had sex yet, he was a great lover, replacing sex with the science of bravery and inner strength. Meredith had always wanted a man with this kind of depth.

I love you.I love you a thousand times.I love you an irrational number. And I will continue to love youlong after all this has died and been rebornand we are nothing more than a pair of reincarnated eyes.

Life is a wave of love for a lover, a gift for a giver, a drama for an actor, and a canvas for a painter.

If I have refused to risk, I have in the self-same decision refused to love. And if indeed I have refused to love, tragically I have refused to live. And when will I realize that that in and of itself is an unacceptable risk.

I knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine.

A woman must choose her friends and lovers wisely, for both can become like a bad stepmother and rotten stepsisters.In the case of our lovers, we often invest them with the power of a great Mage - a great magician. This is easy to do , for if we become truly intimate, it dislike unlocking a lead crystal atelier, a magic one, or so it feels to us. A lover can engender and/or destroy even our most durable connections to our own cycle and ideas. The destructive lover must be avoided. A better sort

When the wildish woman has an idea, the friend or lover will never say, "Well, I don't know . . . sounds really dumb [grandiose, undoable, expensive, etc.] to me." A right friend will never say that. They might say instead . . . "I don't know if I understand. Tell me how you see it. Tell me how it will work.

Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place?

Sometimes daughter who is loved by her father very much and loving her father very much, she is getting hurt by her lover very much.

I always knew death of this relation would be the death of my life.

...because loving you is a crime. Which I love to commit each time, every day, whenever I see you, because that's how I love you.

He's already tan, and leaning on the rail in his yellow linen shirt, with the pure glory of Venice racing behind him, I think he looks like someone I'd like to run off with, if I already hadn't.

Forever, if she promises to never part the ocean where the river sings.

Obsession. It starts with a spark. A flicker. At the strike of a match. Lying dormant in most of us, obsession feasts on the fumes, breathes in the smoky scent, curing around and in on itself. Building. We pet it, nurse it into existence. It is ours. All ours. A coveted perfection. And when it refuses to be ignored, it rages. It roars to life. A building inferno. Consuming. We are but pawns to its deceptive power. Though we attempt to guide it, caress it tenderly into a loving beauty, it can not

i want to love you with simple,like a bare singular matchstick.onestroketo ignitewith no words spokenby the heated flames of the timber of crimsoned scarlet fire.as it crackleswith closeseparationentangled with the intimacy of firefly asheschoosing to enchantingly dance around in abundantjoy.hazily whistling into the glorified heavensmaking the ebony soot dissolve into the cool crisp air.yearning to be the explosion whoburnsthrough your bonesas you visualize red ecstasy of aprovoked kindle.

You deserve someone who you don't mind sharing your world with—someone you can trust in it. You deserve someone that you don't have to second guess. You deserve someone you trust as much as you trust yourself. You deserve someone you can talk to and not have to talk over. You deserve someone who believes in your dreams and loves you for your passion. You deserve someone who is worthy---someone who can love you the way you deserve to be loved. You deserve someone who will listen and not hold what

Every act of loving affirms the goodness of the lover just because he is capable of loving and being loved.

Sometimes in life, from out of a myriad of prosaic decisions like what to eat and where to sleep and how to dress, a true crossroads is revealed. In these moments, when the fog of relative irrelevancy lifts and fate rolls out a demand for free will, there is only left or right – no option of four-by-fouring into the underbrush between two paths, no negotiating with the choice that has been presented. You must answer the call and pick your way. And there is no reverse.

It's always nice being fancied. It's always nice being wanted. Even it it's by the wrong person.

Oh, God, Francesca,Now there’s a good one.Why?Why? Why?” He gave each one a different tenor, as if he were testing out the word, asking it todifferent people.“Why?” he asked again, this time with increased volumeas he turned around to face her.“Why? It’sbecause I love you, damn me to hell. Because I’ve always loved you. Because I loved you when youwere with John, and I loved you when I was in India, and God only knows I don’t deserve you, but Ilove you, anyway.”Francesca sagged against the door.

I'm up for it. Whatever it is. As long as it means I'll always be with you.

The srongest love is the love which is not afraid to show the weakness

That’s not a father. That’s a sperm donor. Forget him. He’s a mess. Concentrate on me. I’m terrific. -(Linc Blaise)

There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.

You are the sweetest thug I've ever known.

Every lover is a soldier.

My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist, remember how you moan with pleasure the instant we touch.....Laura Acosta

The completion is always more difficult that the beginning

I highly doubt anyone would see anything,” he said, replying to my thoughts. “We’re on the 30th floor. Stop procrastinating; take off your fucking clothes.

I have never wanted a lover. In order to have a lover, I must go back to the root of the word. For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

I was a talking lover, which most women hate.

Angus was courting me with lines that stabbed deep in lonely, barren places. Like an unfair conqueror, he was delivering his words with an accent that had me dreaming of castles and lochs, and strong thighs under a rough kilt.

Once you’ve gotten used to a certain kind of smell from a certain kind of flesh, whether it’s a lover or a rotting corpse, you long for it when it’s not around. Or maybe it’s just me.

fighting for transformational change does not require violence it requires one attitude called LOVE

The lover's ailment is separate from all other ailments: love is the astrolabe of the mysteries of God.

i always get myselfinto this messi always let himtell me i am beautifuland half believe iti always jump thinkinghe will catch me at the falli am hopelessly a lover anda dreamer and that will bethe death of me

You darling is my semicolon.

I believed all Angels had wings, that they never cried, that I would live a lifetimes and never see one up close, never know the glow of such skin, or know how intoxicating the feel of her soft lips pressing hard against mine, or how beautiful was a simple touch, and then you walked into my life and made me wonder why I had wasted so much time thinking about Angels.

The softest emotions of the heart are the hardest to control.- Not First Love

I loved watching her run around. I was in love with the innocence of dogs, the purity of their affection. They didn’t know enough to hide their feelings. They existed. A dog was a dog.

There is none more beautiful than the lover of beauty.

Oh how warm it makes one to know that there is one person in the world to whom one is everything. A lover is the most precious, the most marvelous possession.

Lovers die inward that their flames conceal.

He gave me a message for you.” She tightened her lips as if the words soured her mouth.“What is it?”“That you are in his blood.”I looked down at the deck to hide the answering surge within my own blood.“Those are the words of a lover, Eona.

It was not only Odette's indifference, however, that he must take pains to circumvent; it was also, not infrequently, his own; feeling that, since Odette had had every facility for seeing him, she seemed no longer to have very much to say to him when they did meet, he was afraid lest the manner - at once trivial, monotonous, and seemingly unalterable - which she now adopted when they were together should ultimately destroy in him that romantic hope, that a day might come when she would make avow

Lover of love. I adore love letters, and professions of love, and true, heartfelt moments when two people know they’re meant for each other.

Although we shared a kiss or two you still have me on cloud nine from time to time and all I want is for you to be mine!

Let’s get you one, Anna.”“A lover?”Edith rolled her eyes. “No. A fucking houseplant. Yes, a lover.” Edith smirked. “It’ll cheer you up!

He'll burn the world for her

A good lover is a person who knows how to love deeply but never expects any in return.

Not the way he looks, but specifically the way he looks at me threatens my inhibitions. It’s all greedy yearning.

His muscles flexed as he stood, and Rosa couldn’t prevent herself from watching with veiled admiration. He was certainly a very beautiful man. She looked away in embarrassment, worried she might say or do something inappropriate.

His love is good I can not compare it to anything

Tuning must come first. Each recital begins with a careful tightening of the pegs on the cross-bar, twisting them in their socket of red threads as each string is plucked and tested. He uses his thumb for this, softer and subtler than the plectrum, his head bent to the vibrating string and his lips slightly open, breathing quickly, as over the body of a lover.

She took no pleasure in knowing…whatever he asked of her, she would do.

I just think that 'dating' is an engagement and not 'fun'." Emily says.

It looks like you're mocking me as if I am a girl who still believes in Santa Claus." Emily says.

The scientist is a lover of truth for the very love of truth itself, wherever it may lead.

Emily is grateful to this man and gradually she begins to immerse herself into the world of Tiger's obsession.

as i sit here in a chaoticsilence of the roamingocean in mymind, the only think that puts me at ease is the memoryof you staring back atme. you coiled my fears by letting meinside of the gully of your eyes.

Sometimes life decides that we must also take care of ourselves in other ways and love, the way we perceive it, must reflect only upon us.