Quotes About Lovers

Oh yes, In Love , that demented rose-red circus tent whose half-light forgives all visuals, fig-leaves our lovers, and softens our own brains and the pain of our sawdust pratfalls. So tempting, that midway faux-marble arch, both funfair and classical— so Greek, so Barnum, such a beacon, with a sign in gas-blue neon: Love! This way! In!

And one of the other routes we looked at crosses a wetlands. The bird lovers would be out in force.

When I can't sleep, I don't count sheep. I count lovers. And by the time I reach 38 or 39, I'm asleep.

It can never be bad to have a foundation as a man - a black man - in a time when women are dying for men. Women have started to become lovers of each other as a result of not having enough men.

Friendship was at the core of every relationship that mattered--allies, parent and child, lovers. On its foundation could be built all the other palaces of the heart.

The German tried to struggle up, but Tommy's legs wrapped around him, so they fought almost as close as lovers, but with murder their only kiss

Without the book business it would be difficult or impossible for true books to find their true readers and without that solitary (and potentially subversive) alone with a book the whole razzmatazz of prizes, banquets, television spectaculars, bestseller lists, even literature courses, editors and authors, are all worthless. Unless a book finds lovers among those solitary readers, it will not live . . . or live for long.

But all life turns away from its own eventual hopelessness, leaving insomnia and its night to lovers and the dying.

it is possible, nay probable, that some wandering lovers spied that apparition rushing by, as they lingered in each other's fond embrace among the honeysuckle.

Cooking is great, love is grand, but souffles fall and lovers come and go. But you can always depend on a book!

I come from a family of greedy food lovers.

There is no wonder, no amazement, quite like that felt when something supposed for amusement's sake to be magical and mysterious actually manifests the properties imagination has assigned it in jest--when the toy pistol shoots real bullets, the wishing well grants actual wishes, lovers from down the street fling themselves into Death's bright arms from Lovers' Leap

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.

It is not easy for us to equal the goddesses in beauty of form [...] Adonis desire and Afroditi poured nectar from a gold pitcher with hands Persuasion the Geraistion shrine lovers of no one I shall enter desire

Your eyes drink of me, Love makes them shine, Your eyes that lean So close to mine. We have long been lovers, We know the range Of each other's moods And how they change; But when we look At each other so Then we feel How little we know; The spirit eludes us, Timid and free– Can I ever know you Or you know me?

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

The abandoned stars were hers for the many rich hours of sparkling winter nights, and, unattended, she took them in like lovers.

Sing me no songs of daylight, For the sun is the enemy of lovers Sing instead of shadows and darkness, And memories of midnight

Não me cantem canções da luz do dia / Pois o sol é o inimigo dos amantes / Cantem das sombras e da escuridão / E das lembranças da meia-noite.

The desire to love the beauty of the world in a human being is essentially the desire for the Incarnation. If we think it is something else, we are mistaken. The Incarnation alone can satisfy it. It is also wrong to reproach those mystics who sometimes employ the language of lovers. They are the legitimate owners. The others are only right to borrow it.

They do not signify, these landscapes of the mind, with their shocking instants of awareness. They merely resonate, like the chemistry of lovers, throughout our solitary lives

I think we delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses but completes the enjoyment; it is its appointed consummation. It is not out of compliment that lovers keep on telling one another how beautiful they are; the delight is incomplete till it is expressed.

The lovers of God's Word praise the preciousness of the Bible and the pleasures it brings. They

Love is a universal language. That's why its impact is widely felt by billions of people. Yes of course, love is impactful. And so, true lovers ought to be impactors of true love and never impostors. -Emeasoba George