Quotes About Cupid

En nuestro alrededor anda sigilosamente un cupido rebelde y travieso que espera el momento oportuno para flechar la parte oculta del corazón, ese lado inconsciente e incomprensible que no conocemos y pocas veces utilizamos

The lads I've met in cupid's deadlock Were - shall we say? - born out of wedlock

Playing Cupid, I should have you know, isn't just a matter of flying around Arcadia and feeling your tiny winkle throb when the lovers finally kiss. It's to do with timetables and street maps, cinema times and menus, money and organisation. You have to be both jaunty cheerleader and lithe psychiatrist. You require the binary skill of being absent when present, and present when absent.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.' Shakespeare.

Stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but I see nothing in his eyes. I miss my babe

Cupid, you see, was a more dangerous archer than even mighty Apollo, for, although Apollo's arrows could drain one's life blood in an instant, a wound from Cupid's arrows would cause one to fall deeply in love

You're pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues.

Oh, did you expect me to play fair? Cupid laughed. I am the god of love. I am never fair.

Is this guy Love or Death? Jason growled. Ask your friends, Cupid said. Frank, Hazel, and Percy met my counterpart, Thanatos. We are not so different. Except Death is sometimes kinder.

Love is on every side, Cupid said. And no one's side. Don't ask what Love can do for you. Great, Jason said. Now he's spouting greeting card messages.

Think long and hard about how you proceed, Nico di Angelo. You cannot lie to Cupid. If you let your anger rule you... well, your fate will be even sadder then mine.

The story of Psyche finally made sense to him- why a mortal girl would be so afraid. Why would she risk breaking the rules to look the god of love in the face, because she feared he might be a monster. Psyche had been right. Cupid was a monster. Love was the most savage monster of all.

Oh, he's not like that, said Favonius. Jason flinched. You can read my mind? I don't need to. Favonius tossed his bronze hoop in the air. Everyone has the wrong impression of Cupid... until they meet him.

For the first time, Cupid's gaze seemed sympathetic. Oh, I wouldn't say Love always makes you happy. His voice sounded smaller, much more human. Sometimes it makes you incredible sad. But at least you've faced it now. That's the only way to conquer me.

Jason wondered why his expression seemed farmiliar. The he realised. Nico Di Angelo had looked the same way after facing cupid. Leo was heartsick.

Cupid, Jason called, where are you? 'Where you least expect me,' Cupid answered. 'As love always is.

Please, Nico. Look at me.' The voice had changed. It was warm, like honey, like a late-summer sunset, like the first rush of heat from a campfire. It was Cupid. No. It was love. Nico turned slowly, and there stood Will Solace, his golden hair lit oh-so- perfectly in the dreamlike daylight of Salona.

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

And the imperial votaress passed on,In maiden meditation, fancy-free.Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:It fell upon a little western flower,Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,And maidens call it, Love-in-idleness.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

cupid, get your worthless ass down here

Maggie scoffed. Denial will not save you when Cupid's arrow find its mark. If i see Cupid anywhere in the vicinity, I'm ripping his chubby little arms off. Vanda yanked the door open to Romatech.

You're pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues.