Lovers Quotes
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The poet, like the lover, is a person unable to reconcile what he knows with what he feels. His peculiarity is that he is under a certain compulsion to do so.
Babette Deutsch
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You smile upon your friend to-day, To-day his ills are over; You hearken to the lover's say, And happy is the lover. 'Tis late to hearken, late to smile, But better late than never: I shall have lived a little while Before I die for ever.
A. E. Housman
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From the dark end of the street - To the bright side of the road - We'll be lovers once again on the - Bright side of the road
Van Morrison
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The great lovers will always be unhappy, because for them love is great and so they ask of their beloved the same intensity of thought that they have for her – otherwise they feel betrayed.
Cesare Pavese
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And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night, you took your life as lovers often do. But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
Don McLean
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Lovers, Lunatics and poets are made of same stuff.
Bhagat Singh
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What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?
Jacques Lacan
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Books gratify and excite our curiosity in innumerable ways.
William Godwin
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Hay smells different to lovers and horses.
Bill Vaughan
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When ice appears out of doors, and boys seize it up while it is solid, at first they experience new pleasures. But in the end their pride will not agree to let it go, but their acquisition is not good for them if it stays in their hands. In the same way an identical desire drives lovers to act and not to act.
Sophocles
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I always been a lover of music and it all started with me trying to make dubplates and I couldn't afford to hire people to do dubplates, so I started doing them myself.
Shaggy
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We become lovers when we see Romeo and Juliet, and Hamlet makes us students. The blood of Duncan is upon our hands, with Timon werage against the world, and when Lear wanders out upon the heath the terror of madness touches us. Ours is the white sinlessness of Desdemona, and ours, also, the sin of Iago.
Oscar Wilde