Lovers Quotes
True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love!
Honore de Balzac
..he wanted her. And at another time, as another man, he would have her. Without hesitation. As lover. . . as more.
Sarah MacLean
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers, between supposed brothers.
James Herbert Keenan
Children of the Anachronistic Dynasty
I have three dogs, a cat, fish. I'm a huge animal lover. They're amazing.
Willow Shields
And before you ask, I don't ask what equipment my lovers have, merely if they want to play.
Yasmine Galenorn
So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret, which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other, without being conquered or having conquered, so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.
Hermann Hesse
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
William Shakespeare
But I will be,
A bridegroom in my death, and run into't
As to a lover's bed.
William Shakespeare
A Frenchwoman, when double-crossed, will kill her rival; the Italian woman would rather kill her deceitful lover; the Englishwoman simply breaks off relations-but they all will console themselves with another man.
Charles Boyer
And what do you say of lovers of wine... they are glad of any pretext of drinking any wine.
Plato
But I also believe there is enormous value in the piece of writing that goes no further than the one person for whom it was intended, that no combination of written words is more eloquent than those exchanged in letters between lovers or friends, or along the pale blue lines of private diaries, where people take communion with themselves.
Betsy Lerner
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.
William Butler Yeats
