Quotes About Lovers

Don't trust her," shouted Helena, who was trying to stop Lysander from licking her shin. "She was a vixen when she went to school, and though she be but little, she is fierce." "Little, is it?" said Hermia. "I will show you little, thou lumbering maypole. I shall decorate your inconstant lovers with your splattered brains.

Alchemy, however, is a chaste prostitute, who has many lovers but disappoints all and grants her favors to none. She transforms the haughty into fools, the rich into paupers, the philosophers into dolts, and the deceived into loquacious deceivers…. —Trithemius, Annalmm Hirsaugensium Tomi II, S. Gallo, 1690, 141

They were lovers who didn't love each other, and that made talking easier.

And so this paradise was like a jewel box without a jewel. There it lay, day after day..., and waited for lovers to find it and fill it with their happiness

The Glasshobs built it to keep an eye on the stars, who have a tendency to run off on adventures and forget about how much we down-below folks need to navigate and cast horoscopes and meet lovers on balconies.

Heaven would indeed be heaven if lovers were there permitted as much enjoyment as they had experienced on earth.

Shimrod gave the boy a copper penny. 'Bring me now a goblet of good tawny wine.' By a sleight of magic Shimrod augmented the acuity of his hearing, so that the whispers of two young lovers in a far corner were now clearly audible, as were the innkeeper's instructions to Fonsel in regard to the watering of Shimrod's wine.

Du hast vergessen, daß Liebende heilig sind. Auch wenn sie sich irren, Joh; selbst ihr Irrtum ist heilig. Auch wenn sie Narren sind, Joh; selbst ihre Narrheit ist heilig. Denn wo Liebende sind, ist der Garten Gottes, und niemand hat das Recht, sie daraus zu vertreiben. Nicht einmal Gott.

Despite his intent, tears sprang to his eyes, and he went into her embrace, both of them sobbing freely, like enemies joined by a common loss or lovers about to be parted. Or else souls who could not remember whether they were lovers or enemies and were weeping at their own confusion.

Three is the number of those who do holy work; Two is the number of those who do lovers work; One is the number of those who do perfect evil Or perfect good.

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I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

Love had a thousand shapes. There might be lovers whose gift it was to choose out the elements of things and place them together and so, giving them a wholeness not theirs in life, make of some scene or meeting of people (all now gone and separate),one of those globed compact things over which thought lingers, and love plays. ~Lily Briscoe

How tired I am of stories, how tired I am of phrases that come down beautifully with all their feet on the ground! Also, how I distrust neat designs of life that are drawn upon half-sheets of note-paper. I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on the pavement.

The Sufi is a trumpet blast of Truth, a clarion call to all Lovers of God to gather to chant 'Hu,' the name of the Divine Essence.

The rigid person is a disciple of death; The soft, supple, and delicate are lovers of life.

Farewell, false love, I took you for The woman that I lost last year Forever as I think: I loved her but I will not see Her any more in Germany. O Milky Way, sister in whiteness To Canaan's rivers and the bright Bodies of lovers drowned, Can we follow toilsomely Your path to other nebulae?

O Milky Way, sister in whitenessTo Canaan's rivers and the brightBodies of lovers drowned,Can we follow toilsomelyYour path to other nebulae?

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.

A human life was measured out in bouquets, was it not? New mothers received them. So did graduating seniors, young lovers, blushing brides, and the dead. A flower woman was time's avatar, colorizing the hours, perfuming fleeting instants.

The witty woman is a tragic figure in American life. Wit destroys eroticism and eroticism destroys wit, so women must choose between taking lovers and taking no prisoners.

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

I wanted to only collab with women for Lovers Holiday.

They were doers and thinkers and lovers and seekers and givers, but dreamers, most dangerously of all.