Quotes
Quotes about Lovers
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
To sit, happy married lovers; Phillis trifling with a plover's Egg, while Corydon uncovers with a grace the Sally Lunn, Or dissects the luck pheasant--that, I think, were passing pleasant As I sit along at present, dreaming darkly of a dun.
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
If it's true that men are such beasts, this must account for the fact that most women are animal lovers.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure. Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation leans on the doorbell. â¢Anonymous Many an opportunity is lost because a man is out looking for four-leaf clovers.
Many an opportunity is lost because a man is out looking for four-leaf clovers.
All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites.
Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit; and for lovers, lacking--God warn us!--matter, the cleanliest shift is to kiss.
Mortal lovers must not try to remain at the first step; for lasting passion is the dream of a harlot and from it we wake in despair.
Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Literature has been the salvation of the damned, literature has inspired and guided lovers, routed despair and can perhaps in this case save the world.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3.
Deliver me from your cold phlegmatic preachers, politicians, friends, lovers and husbands.
All swol'n with chafing, down Adonis sits, Banning his boist'rous and unruly beast; And now the happy season once more fits That lovesick Love by pleading may be blest; For lovers say the heart hath treble wrong When it is barred the aidance of the tongue.
