Quotes About Lover

What do they sing, the last birds coasting down the twilight, banking across woods filled with darkness, their frayed wings curved on the world like a lover's arms which form, night after night, in sleep, an irremediable absence?

Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.

Your genius is its own distraction. It consumes you in ways nothing else can. It pulls you away like a jealous lover.

Fraserburgh Castle whose remaining tower had since been converted to a lighthouse. This, too, held a mystery, for everyone knew the legend of the laird's daughter who threw herself from a window to the rocks below with the body of her forbidden lover in her arms.

One might say that, for Stendhal, it is the uncertainty of the metaphor of love – of whether the beloved will become in her turn a lover – that keeps the lover interested. If he becomes certain of her love for him, he might well become blasé. Without doubt, without constant vacillation and uncertainty orchestrated by the woman's sudden moods and fits of bad temper, the lover would become complacent and lose his passion.

I always wanted my music to influence the life you were living emotionally - with your family, your lover, your wife, and, at a certain point, with your children.

Music has been my playmate, my lover, and my crying towel.

Even a trashy movie can make you cry. There were deep emotional reactions that ducked the censure of the higher reasoning processes and forced us to enact, however vestigially, our roles - me, the indignant secret lover revealed; Clarissa the woman cruelly betrayed.

I tried my hand in action films, and now I am back to love stories, as people like to see me as a lover boy! But as an actor, I want to try all genres.

My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! - There 's a state for your old Lover to be in! - No more tender whisperings! Imagine sweet confessions to be made through an ear trumpet!

What holds me to life, if not desire? What vaster power exists? With it, I swear, I feel I can defy the inevitable. Weapon and shield, companion and ally, enough to make the world back away, enough to surmount the highest walls and cross the deepest chasms. Desire, you stand in place of a lover's arms, and make your embrace such dark comfort. She

What holds me to life, if not desire? What vaster power exists? With it, I swear, I feel I can defy the inevitable. Weapon and shield, companion and ally, enough to make the world back away, enough to surmount the highest walls and cross the deepest chasms. Desire, you stand in place of a lover's arms, and make your embrace such dark comfort.

Do you want to be an artist and a writer, or a wife and a lover? With kids, your focus changes. I don't want to go to PTA meetings.

As I said, he danced on both sides of the coin; master on intrigue and cunning and devoted lover to a damaged man.

Oh, come to me, my pretty one! Come sit upon my lap and I will you to the secret places beneath the earth. Don't you understand your purpose? You are here because we hunt the Prince of Truth. Your husband, your lover, your despoiler.

If you're going to kill me, do it now," Daniel said. "Don't make me suffer this." Would a demon care about suffering? "You are cruel," Othman said, shaking his head. "How can you say such a thing?" "Then let me go." Daniel tensed, wondering if escape was still possible. "But Daniel you are a lover and keeper of angels. Why do you fight me? Do you fight Owen this way?

The lover drinksand the cup-bearer pours.The lover thinksbut the cup-bearer knows:love begets love.Since this wine is love, then this cup is love, then this tavern is love, then this life is love.

From within the abysmal depths of a heart, the soul echoes A Lover's Tale of an Eternal Love (Through the Darkness, WIth Love - Vol. 1)

... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ...

Sadly, there are many forces more powerful and devestating than love... Among them for example, the anger and jealousy of a spurned husband or lover. Fire begets passions, but it also burns.

Love is never any better than the lover. [...] There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone posseses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glair of the lover's inward eye.

Today a woman must ignore her reflection in the eyes of her lover, since he might admire her, and seek it in the gaze of the God of Beauty, in whose perception she is never complete.

The value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is for ever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.