Lovers Quotes - Page 13

Nobody gets to say who we love, or who we lay down beside, or take as our husband, lover, life, or bride. Nobody gets to decide what's for some, that others should hide. Pride. Nobody gets to choose but YOU.

When a bride insists on telling her lover everything, I suspect she is looking for a father, not a husband.

I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.

We do what only lovers can: make a gift out of necessity.

I'm a really big animal lover.

Lovers of words have no place where honest work must be done.

You were clearly not doing your part in the clover search, perv.

For lovers, touch is metamorphosis. All the parts of their bodies seem to change, and they seem to become something different and better.

I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.

In the words of Michael Jackson: I'm a lover, not a fighter.

Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.

The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.

I would hold you up. I will ever hold you up and hold you dear, lover mine.

Whereas scoundrels become reconciled after knifing one another, lovers break up irrevocably over a mere glance or word.

...for chess, that superb, cold, infinitely satisfying anodyne to life, I feel the ardour of a lover, the humility of a disciple.

I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.

You lovers of knowledge! So what have you done out of your love of knowledge up to now? Have you already stolen and murdered so as to know how a thief and a murderer feels?

Love is a collection of moments where you were really there with somebody. A child, a lover, a friend, yourself.

It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.

Let this serve as an axiom to every lover: A woman who refuses lunch refuses everything.

Why should we censure Othello when the Criterion Lover says, "Thou shalt have no other Gods before Me"?

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new?

Time cannot children,poets,lovers tell- measure imagine,mystery,a kiss -not though mankind would rather know than feel

Lovers of print are simply confusing the plate for the food.