Lovers Quotes
You soul is only satisfy with your soul-spirit, soul mate.
Nor that he's regarding my face with the same intensity I am his. We're two paintings staring at each other across a room.
A blessed companion is a book--a book that, fitly chosen, is a lifelong friend...a book that, at a touch, pours its heart into your own.
Leave me alone, Do me a favor, abandon me, I want to think about, You me and the idea of forever.
A book acts as the getaway car when you need to escape.Even when you're the one writing it.
How queer it was for two lovers to suddenly turn into strangers?
Life is a great Book. We are writing the history of our time.
Time after time, they brought each other to new heights of ecstasy, until finally, they lay spent in each others arms in the quiet peace and contentment that only lovers know.
The songs of separation Are not always full of painOften they talk of the fondnessThat flows in the lovers’ veins…
If you read stories, you find the strength, faith and hope to survive everyday life.
Years of love, followed by heartache. Those are the years that define me.Those are the years that know– love’s eternity is you.
The most crucial thing to know about true love is that, it is not something you can find, rather you need to build it with the person in whose eyes you see your soul.
In many cases, it was the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that fell for her man.
In some cases, it is the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that has left her man for another.
Love is not self-seeking.Love is not easily angered.
People search the world over looking for someone to love them, when they should be searching for someone to love.
When you are in love, you always want to be with your lover.
Without emotional response, love is an act of self-deceiving self-satisfaction by an unsatisfied self.
Every stage of life is a chapter of a book. You must begin writing your life book.
Love is that indefinable moment of brokenheartedness when you cry and someone weeps with your tears
There was nothing special with the way he looked at her but her heart raced even with a glance.
Last night the nightingale sat by my window and sang her joyous song of love...Though I loved it, my heart silently missed the beautiful song of your heart beat!
