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I’m so in love with you, Braith,” he told her, and she felt in her bones that he meant every word. “And do you know why?”“I have no idea,” she replied honestly.“Because I am such an amazing dragon that I know I richly deserve a She-dragon as wonderful as you. See?” he asked, grinning at her. “How could I not love you when you’re so clearly made for me?
— G.A. Aiken, A Tale of Two Dragons
It was only when we were in that bed, high above the world - then I thought the birds could have been circling around our bodies circled around each other - that we made our world totally separated from everything else. It was the only way we could be together.
— Kathy Acker, Eurydice in the Underworld
Love is not a receiving material, It's a giving material. Like a pen;giving poems, Like a sun and moon;giving hot and cool, Like a person like you;giving love to your love!
— AR Bharaty
It was a black and hooded head; and hanging there in the midst of so intense a calm, it seemed the Sphynx’s in the desert. “Speak, thou vast and venerable head,” muttered Ahab, “which, though ungarnished with a beard, yet here and there lookest hoary with mosses; speak, mighty head, and tell us the secret thing that is in thee. Of all divers, thou hast dived the deepest. That head upon which the upper sun now gleams, has moved amid this world’s foundations. Where unrecorded names and navies rust, and untold hopes and anchors rot; where in her murderous hold this frigate earth is ballasted with bones of millions of the drowned; there, in that awful water-land, there was thy most familiar home. Thou hast been where bell or diver never went; hast slept by many a sailor’s side, where sleepless mothers would give their lives to lay them down. Thou saw’st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them. Thou saw’st the murdered mate when tossed by pirates from the midnight deck; for hours he fell into the deeper midnight of the insatiate maw; and his murderers still sailed on unharmed—while swift lightnings shivered the neighboring ship that would have borne a righteous husband to outstretched, longing arms. O head! thou hast seen enough to split the planets and make an infidel of Abraham, and not one syllable is thine!
— Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale
To dream of love & wake up beside your lover is divinity itself
— Faye Hall
It struck me again the ways Angelo and I were like them. Angelo was my angel, and I was ever on the ground, looking up at him. It was no wonder Jon and I hadn't been able to make things work--we'd both longed for something grander. And it was no wonder Cole and Angelo had been drawn to each other, and yet, they had only brushed wings in the night, neither one of them able to stop in their flight.
— Marie Sexton, Paris A to Z
Men and women were doing at their unsurpassed when they were together. It was more or less like the sky and the ground
—  diverse in nature and was miles apart but they complete each other.
Prue’s attention stayed on their joined hands. “What does it feel like to be touched by a man, Rosie?”The madam grew serious. “I’ve worked in a tavern for many years, honey. It’s been a long time since I was young and innocent like you.”“Please, Rosie,” Prue begged. “Tell me what it was like before you came to work at the tavern. Were you ever with a man?”Rosie nodded. “I was, Prue.”“What was it like?”Tears welled in the madam’s eye’s, long ago memories returning to her. “It was the most wondrous pleasure you could ever imagine.”Hearing a knock on the door, Rosie quickly wiped away her tears.“W-who is it?”-from Mistress of Purity
— Faye Hall
In the depths of the ocean; Dipped in love without expectations, We have stripped off our masks.
— Kristian Goldmund Aumann, Love Poems: Love Conquers All
She affected me, even when she was absent.
— Shannon A. Thompson, Seconds Before Sunrise
I will not just love you till death.I will love you for eternity,this life and the next.
— Duha Zanjabil
Be careful who you allow into your bed, and more importantly your heart.
— Ann Marie Frohoff
Now if you gentlemen,” she looked at Briec, “and whateveryou are, will excuse me.
— G.A. Aiken, About a Dragon
But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain on our hands.
— Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
Oh, gods. Not the flying!”“I heard you mounted my sister well enough.”“I want you never to make that statement again.
— G.A. Aiken, About a Dragon
The ink of a pen is simply the blood of a heart
— Michael Biondi
We are designed to dance. To use our bodies as weapons of grace, beauty and intrigue. We are designed to stretch until we master growth. To replace old dead cells and be physically renewed each moment. So challenges don’t destroy us, they just should make us dance more swiftly and passionately. For when we dance we please God. Especially when we dance in brokenness.
— Phindiwe Nkosi, Behind the Hospital
How do you live with yourself, Lord Arrogant?” “Very easily, Lady Difficult. I find myself quitecharming.
— G.A. Aiken, About a Dragon
For though a very few hours spent in the hard labour of incessant talking will dispatch more subjects than can really be in common between any two rational creatures, yet with lovers it is different. Between them no subject is finished, no communication is ever made, till it has been made at least twenty times over.
— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
The first six months are what I call the La La Land phase. This is what a lot of romantic novels, songs, and movies are based upon. Enjoy the courtship, nights out, and fun. You will eventually come back to reality.
— Pamela Cummins, Insights for Singles: Steps to Find Everlasting Love
How not to search that space where, for a time span lasting from dusk to dawn, two beings have no other reason to exist than to expose themselves totally to each other- totally, integrally, absolutely- so that their common solitude may appear not in front of their own eyes but in front of ours, yes, how not to look there and how not to rediscover "the negative community, the community of those who have no community"?
— Maurice Blanchot, Unavowable Community
You are mine." He spoke against her lips. "You always have been. You always will be.
— Amanda Gray, Endless
The best way to get OVER one is to get UNDER one
— Jon R. Michaelsen
I wither slowly in thine arms; here at the quiet limit of the world, a white hair'd shadow roaming like a dream.
— Alfred Tennyson
Walter Lucas, you’re going to marry me. And you’re getting epically laid as soon as we get home.
— Heidi Cullinan, Frozen Heart
In the world of lovers, there is no fear.
— Kristian Goldmund Aumann
Let us light up the fire, the wind is so calm and the night is falling - i see ur lips shiver and i can feel ur breath humping up.
— Bobby Vj
The fear of love can be replaced by the love of fear
— Michael Biondi
The November evening had a bite; it nibbled not-quite-gently at her cheeks and ears. In Virginia the late autumn was a lover, still, but a dangerous one.
— J. Aleksandr Wootton, The Eighth Square
Chemistry is great, but eventually your relationship moves out of the laboratory.
— Tim Fargo
I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons.But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, white birds.
— Cecilia Llompart, The Wingless
Who is the other woman whose photograph I do not have? If my mother was the first in my life, she was the last: my lover and my downfall, my hope and my despair. Her photographs I burned in an ashtray, one at a time - some might say to be rid of the evidence. Her name was Theresa Aden: Theresa like the saint; Aden like Eden, complete with snake.
— Philip Sington, The Valley of Unknowing
My love for you is immeasurableMy respect for you immenseYou're ageless, timeless, lace and finenessYou're beauty and eleganceYou're a rhapsody, a comedyYou're a symphony and a playYou're every love song ever writtenBut honey what do you see in me?You're in my heart, you're in my soulYou'll be my breath should I grow oldYou are my lover, you're my best friendYou're in my soul
— Rod Stewart
You are my destiny, Thalia. You are mine.” He growled into my lips as he continued to make love to me. My hands clenched his shoulders. The markings on his chest made me feel all the love he possessed for me, and I for him. I touched the markings. “Yours, Forever love.
— Jessica Florence
A star-spangled sky and you were looking the other way,the night beckoned and waited and you waited for the day.
— Saleem Sharma
Well," he said slowly, "sometimes there's a passion that comes in its springtime to ill fate or death. And because it ends in its beauty, it's what the harpers sing of and the poets make stories of: the love that escapes the years...."All or nothing, the true lover says, and that's the truth of it. My love will never die, he says. He claims eternity. And rightly. How can it die when it's life itself? What do we know of eternity but the glimpse we get of it when we enter in that bond?
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Other Wind
More than just someone to lay down with, is a spirit to pray up with.
— T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph Over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence"
Because I know if I sit down and start to write out how it feels…. it all becomes too real… the pain becomes too much. But that's the weird part because I feel so empty, like there no longer is a heart living where there used to be one, so why am I feeling pain?
— Chriselle Ravadilla
How many rooms are there in the chambers of your heart? How many rooms full of memories can you describe like the one I’m going to tell you about. You know how you left him don’t you? The man you were so in love with once. Bing Cherry Silk. Another man left those for you didn’t he? And you put them on, just like I did.
— Valentine Bonnaire, Bing Cherry Silk
We were bullied, broken, built up, bronzed and polished. We grew dull, dusty, doubtful, dark, and forgetful.Yet we still know that we can love deeply.
— Antonia Perdu
The life has ups and downs.You had just to learn to fall with class
— Ariadna Athanasopulos
Feel The Love in Friendship
— Chiranjit Paul
We were walking that tightrope between friends and something more...
— Melissa Aragon, Unexpectedly Out of Focus
If I love one lover,...I have loved many more.
— Edna Stewart, Carpe Diem
I love you, I want to tell yu that, I want to say it for the billion times I couldn't say it. - Fletcher Green
— Kimball Lee, Speaking of the Charmed Life
My pulses quicken. The thunderous sound of my heart beating fills my eardrums. I’m jealous of a dead girl. Why? Because I think I’m in love with her boyfriend.
— Kat Lieu, My Cup of Tea: Summer of Love
You're reading one of those books in which the author is in love with the reader. My life.
— Saleem Sharma
My face responds without authorization from my brain, so the resulting smile feels like the biggest, most unguarded, goofiest smile I’ve ever unleashed in my entire life. I didn’t even know my face could do this. It’s like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I want more.
— Laini Taylor, Night of Cake & Puppets
I want to feel intoxicated from inhaling the scent of you.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
A white cloth falls on your heart; How beautiful you are - The winter loves us, because only lovers have a pure heart.
— Kristian Goldmund Aumann
Distance may be the segregator but our thoughts and dreams are what keep us together.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
He spent the next hours watching her sleep, taking in every detail of her face, of her body. The way the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows on her cheeks. The way her chest rose and fell with each breath. And when the first light of dawn finally showed through the gap in the curtains he quietly dressed and turned off the bedside lamp, and left the room, not daring to look back.
— Dominique Wilson, The Yellow Papers
Beshrew me but I love her heartily, For she is wise, if I can judge of her, And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true, And true she is, as she hath proved herself: And therefore like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
— William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
Your love is poetry in perpetual motion capturing my heart with centrifugal force.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
You and I will have our forever.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
Every one needs someone and there is someone for everyone.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
Every word that he had spoken amongst the amassed beauties of Macmaster furnishings had been a link in a love-speech. It was not merely that he had confessed to her as he would have to no other soul in the world - 'To no other soul in the world,' he had said! - his doubts, his misgivings, and his fears; it was that every word he uttered and that came to her, during the lasting of that magic, had sung of passion. If he had uttered the word 'Come', she would have followed him to the bitter ends of the earth; if he had said, 'There is no hope', she would have known the finality of despair. Having said neither, she knew: 'This is our condition; so we must continue!' And she knew, too, that he was telling her that he, like her, was… oh, say, on the side of the angels.
— Ford Madox Ford, Parade's End
As a lover or a dipsomaniac, I've no doubt of your being a most fascinating specimen. But as a combiner of forms, you must honestly admit it, you're a bore.
— Aldous Huxley, Crome Yellow
Contained within the breadth of my heart where you belong unto me and I unto you.
— Truth Devour, Unrequited
Here with me,Near to me,Next to me,You put a hex on me,that fills me with Joy.Beside me,Inside of me,You hide in me,what you don't want others to know,what others won't understand.Safe in your embrace,the warmth of your face,takes me to another place,while right next to you I stand.With you I feel whole again,With you, I feel my soul again,You're my Lover,You're my Friend,A most intoxicating blend,A Dream which I never want to end.
— Renee Rentmeester, Visions II: The Poetry of Life
I found the kingdom of far far away, prince charming would not be so far.
— Arzum Uzun
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves a shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,and slips into the bosom of the lake:So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip into my bosom and be lost in me.
— Alfred Tennyson
I have loved you with all my life, and you've agreed to be my loving wife. Now I'll forever cherish our vows in my heart,"In sickness and in health, till death do us part.
— Alon Calinao Dy, Best Love Poems Collection
How fickle is my young male heart as it avidly jumps from love to love
— Ben Mitchell
His chuckle was low and soft against my earlobe. I think it’s more like ‘what wouldn’t I do for you?
— Amanda Lance
If I have only one coin left in the world, I will buy a rose to propose to you.
— Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too
Children have always liked the princess story, but they never knew what was her name. I think the princess was, is and will always be you.
— Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too
Love was not enough to fight or I was not worth to fight.
— Arzum Uzun
I have missed you. And I did not know anything was missing.
— Diana Rowland, Touch of the Demon
If you're lonely when he's around, happiest when he's sad, and angry when he's overjoyed, get a new life. Without him.
— Ace Antonio Hall
If sleep wasn't necessary, I would have used those 8 hours just to gaze at you.
— Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too
The moon is too old, the flower is too old;even the sunset is not enough. The only relevant metaphor for you is your mirror image.
— Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too
Naturalists tell of a noble race of horses that instinctively open a vein with their teeth, when heated and exhausted by a long course, in order to breathe more freely. I am often tempted to open a vein, to procure for myself everlasting liberty. Cento volte ho impugnato una lama per conficcarmela nel cuore. Si dice di una nobile razza i cavalli,che quando si sentono accaldati e affaticati, si aprono istintivamente una vena, per respirare più liberamente. Spesso anche io vorrei aprirmi una vena che mi desse libertà eterna.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
Love was not enough to fight or i was not worth for fight.
— Arzum Uzun
Good lovers are not good fuckers
—  because they cannot bear hurting their beloved.
Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs.
— David Mitchell, Black Swan Green
And whether consciously or not, you must be in many a heart enthroned: queens you must always be: queens to your lovers; queens to your husbands and sons; queens of higher mystery to the world beyond, which bows itself, and will forever bow, before the myrtle crown, and the stainless scepter of womanhood.
— John Ruskin
Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus. Where are Angels like you are from?
— Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too
I am a mathematician and I can confidently say that the best figure ever produced is your phone number.
— Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too
In material things, there are seven wonders; in human beings there is only one wonder - and that's you.
— Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too
If sleep wasn't necessary, I would have used those 8 hours to gaze at you.
— Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too
If beauty had religious and spiritual importance, there would have been your temples all around the world.
— Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too
Love is a condition. There are many circumstances in life that can affect this condition. So it falls on you and I to insulate love from the things that would cause it harm. We, the protectors of love, are responsible if the condition of our love becomes critical. Yes, broken fences can be mended, but love on life support should be left to die. So our earthly desire should be to strengthen the condition of love daily.
— Gregory C. Warner
They are a couple in love, and anyone but a fool would see it is simply that, nothing more- and certainly nothing less.
— Philippa Gregory, The Red Queen
The blinking of eyes is an involuntary reflex action, provided they eyes are not watching your beauty.
— Amit Kalantri, I Love You Too
Between us what it was? i couldn't fathom, till she was gone.
— Aporva Kala, Life... Love... Kumbh...
I know a womanwho keeps buying puzzleschinesepuzzlesblockswirespieces that finally fitinto some order.she works it outmathmaticallyshe solves all herpuzzleslives down by the seaputs sugar out for the antsand believesultimatelyin a better world.her hair is whiteshe seldom combs ither teeth are snaggledand she wears loose shapelesscoveralls over a body mostwomen would wish they had.for many years she irritated mewith what I considered hereccentricities-like soaking eggshells in water(to feed the plants so thatthey'd get calcium).but finally when I think of herlifeand compare it to other livesmore dazzling, originaland beautifulI realize that she has hurt fewerpeople than anybody I know(and by hurt I simply mean hurt).she has had some terrible times,times when maybe I should havehelped her morefor she is the mother of my onlychildand we were once great lovers,but she has come throughlike I saidshe has hurt fewer people thananybody I know,and if you look at it like that,well,she has created a better world.she has won.Frances, this poem is foryou.
— Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell
I loved him desperately, completely, and he wasn’t threatening to consume me anymore. He already had. Everything that was me was him. My heart, mind and soul all were as much a part of him as they were me.
— Cassandra Giovanni, Flawed Perfection
She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.
— Kami Garcia
I was afraid and knew I had every right to be, but he had awakened a part of me that no longer cared.
— Nenia Campbell, Locked and Loaded
She stumbled then and Geryon caught her other arm, it was like a handful of autumn. He felt huge and wrong. When is it polite to let go someone’s arm after you grab it?
— Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
The things that could be controlled, though, was this moment. And Elijah kissed me like it was a natural-born instinct. We had our story and they had theirs. No, ours wasn’t exactly beautiful or magical, or any of those things they made us believe in. More often than not, we cried and were reckless with every decision. Those feelings we held onto in that moment were ever-changing; we did the impossible and never doubted for a second that we’d do it again. Because in our story there were no rules to hold us back or people to judge and misuse us. We were limitless.“Our love,” Elijah breathed against my lips, “will be infamous. And that’s our secret.”I nodded with my eyes still closed and allowed his touch to overwhelm me. Every moment with him was like a walk in the dark, a dive into the forbidden deep. And unlike the others—I welcomed the darkness.“Make love to me,” I whispered. They were words uttered before, but this time they held the weight of the moment and our will to never let it go. Eli needed no further permission and he encased me—consumed my very being—with his soft kisses and soothing caresses. Everywhere he touched flared and burned. And I flew.
— Nadège Richards, 5 Miles
Then Percy let go of his tiny ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.
— Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena
Jenny," he whispered. "My Jenny.
— Amanda Gray, Endless
I made for the door, and the moment I had my hand on the knob, Elijah pulled me back, again. That’s all he’d been doing. His hazel eyes bored right into me as he said, “I don’t want your money. I don’t care what you had to do to make it; I just care that you’re alive.” Eli did that nervous thing I’d figured was a habit and bit the inside of his bottom lip. Shamefully, my eyes tracked the movement. “I didn’t bring you here because I was drunk, T. Yes, I was a bit out of it, but I was mostly intoxicated by the sight of you. No alcohol could do to me what you did last night.
— Nadège Richards, 5 Miles
To say that the frozen silence contracted itself into a yet higher globe of ice were to under-rate the exquisite tension and to shroud it in words. The atmosphere had become a physical sensation. As when, before a masterpiece, the acid throat contracts, and words are millstones, so when the supernaturally outlandish happens and a masterpiece is launched through the medium of human gesture, then all human volition is withered at the source and the heart of action stops beating. Such a moment was this. Irma, a stalagmite of crimson stone, knew, for all the riot of her veins that a page had turned over. At chapter forty? O no! At chapter one, for she had never lived before save in a pulseless preface. How long did they remain thus? How many times had the earth moved round the sun? How many times had the great blue whales of the northern waters risen to spurt their fountains at the sky? How many reed-bucks had fallen to the claws of how many leopards, while that sublime unit of two-figure statuary remained motionless? It is fruitless to ask. The clocks of the world stood still or should have done.
— Mervyn Peake, Gormenghast
Love is like the senses of the body.Imagine you are blind, you can see an object using touch. You can feel around it and see it mentally.Now imagine you can't feel, but can see. You can't feel what you see.You may see love, but not feel love. When you feel love, you also so see it.
— Blake McCormick
Mmhh! I have several ideas, but I don't know where to start.’‘You mean to hear me shout your name?’‘Yes, that's one of the ideas I have in mind.
— Debra Strattford, Worthless
If you keep torturing me like this …’ Robert said.‘What will happen?’‘You don't know?
— Debra Strattford, Worthless
He stared at her, knowing with certainty thathe was falling in love. He looked the other way, Her face triggered through his heart, forcing him to look back, and admire that beauty!!Soon He pulled her close andkissed her beneath a blanket of stars,wondering how on earth he'd been luckyenough to find her... Wait it was morning, the dream was actually over !!
— Douglas Self
Someone who loves you, will act as sibling rather than a lover.
— Olivie Boyke
He pouted—full on pouted. A prince. Pouting. - Kara, re: Braeden
— S.M. Boyce, Heritage
June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never again know who I am, what I am, what I love, what I want. Your beauty has drowned me, the core of me. You carry away with you a part of me reflected in you. When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You are the woman I want to be. I see in you that part of me which is you. I feel compassion for your childish pride, for your trembling unsureness, your dramatization of events, your enhancing of the loves given to you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madness.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
You’re going to listen to me, and for once you’re going to hear what I say and not read between lines that aren’t there.
— Genna Rulon, Only for You
Maybe that's how it starts. You stumble upon something that helps you cope, fills a void. Makes you feel something different than what you currently feel. You know in the long run it probably won't be good for you, but you do it anyway. Tell yourself you can handle it.
— Tracey Garvis-Graves, Covet
And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun/ And she forgot the blue above the trees,/ And she forgot the dells where waters run,/ And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze;/ She had no knowledge when the day was done,/ And the new morn she saw not: but in peace/ Hung over her sweet basil evermore,/ And moisten'd it with tears unto the core.
— John Keats, Keats: Poems
It’s when I’m around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now
— Cath Crowley, A Little Wanting Song
What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet
— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
If you can think of your lover in six senses, then I'd say you're nailed. They've got themselves wrapped around your heart. And your cock. (...) Six senses? (...) Sight, sound, taste, scent, touch, and the other, that thing you can't figure out that means everything. 
— C.M. Stunich, Losing Me, Finding You
Lovers are like kids
—  they don’t stop until they get what they want.
I'll keep you here.' He taps his temple. 'Where you can't get lost.
— Gayle Forman, Just One Day
Being with her can prove difficult, but life without her would be unbearable.
— J.E. Johnson
Not your distress. Never that. I loved— I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few new bruises.
— Julio Alexi Genao, When You Were Pixels
Yes," I answered you last night;"No," this morning, sir, I say.Colours seen by candlelightWill not look the same by day.
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I think what makes life matter,what makes it good,is knowing that someday we`ll die. Maybe death is God`s joke on us but I think it is also his gift.We have our allotted time and the is`s over.It`s up to us to make in meaningful and special.
— Philip Carter, Altar of Bones
If the purpose of love is getting into bed
—  I guess prostitutes are the most auspicious lovers.
While gently pushing her towards the dressing room, Lazarus ventured, "Can I ask you something kind of personal?"Pulling her shirt over her head behind the curtain, and holding her hand out for the corset, she replied, "Anything for you, Laz.""How are you still friends with him?""Can you hook this thing?" Holding the corset on her stomach, Lazarus peeked through the curtain, fingers deftly snapping the twenty hook-and-eye latches. "He saved my life. There are a million reasons to hate him, but there are a million and one reasons to forgive him for his faults."Twisting to look in the mirror, adjusting her breasts in the tight silk, she continued, "He'll say the worst thing at the worst possible time, except every once in awhile, he says the one most perfect thing that just makes you want to cry from happiness. He knows the exact way you need to be touched at any moment, in any mood, like he's fucking telepathic. He'll make you want to scream when he ignores you, but then you find out he knows your favorite color, your favorite meal, what movie makes you cry and he can list every little thing in the entire world that you hate. And mostly? Well," Turning to face Lazarus and strike a pose, "I just can't fucking stop.
— Shannon Noelle Long, Second Coming
He realized then that he’d never want to be with anyone else, he’d never want to be anywhere else, and he would surely crumble to ash if this woman walked out his life.
— Justine Dell, Until Next Time
Love is just a contact of no refusal.
— sol michael
Just give us until Rome.” The tears escaped. “Just give us until Rome, Melanie.
— T.M.  Williams, Moonlight
Lovers look in the pants, they look in the eyes.
— M.F. Moonzajer
I don’t know . . . we seemed to click right away, you know? And he’s so kind but determined to protect you and me both, and well, he’s nice to look at. Even with the “scar. It’s kind of sexy.”I chuckled. “Do you know how that scar got there?”She giggled. “Yeah. He told me Tristan gave it to him. But it sounded like he deserved it. Jax can be . . . well, he’s Jax. But I think I love him.”“I’m sure the accent has nothing to do with it.” She seemed to have a thing for those.“Oh, my God. You should hear him talk dirty with that accent of his!”I clapped my hand over my “mouth to cover a laugh. “I don’t want to know that!”“Yes, you do. Doesn’t Tristan ever talk dirty to you in all those different languages he knows?”Hmm . . . funny how I’d never thought about it. He was holding out on me! That would have to change. Next time, I swore I’d make him do it. Whenever next time might be...
— Kristie Cook, Wrath
who will love you? who will fight? and who will fall far behind?
— birdy from skinny love
Just at that moment, Lucilla happened to cross the lawn at a distance. At sight of her, I could not, as I pointed to her, forbear exclaiming in the words of Sir John's favorite poet,There doth beauty dwell,There most conspicuous, e'en in outward shape,Where dawns the high expression of a mind."This is very fine," said Sir John, sarcastically. "I admire all you young enthusiastic philosophers, with your intellectual refinement. You pretend to be captivated only with _mind_. I observe, however, that previous to your raptures, you always take care to get this mind lodged in a fair and youthful form. This mental beauty is always prudently enshrined in some elegant corporeal frame, before it is worshiped. I should be glad to see some of these intellectual adorers in love with the mind of an old or ugly woman. I never heard any of you fall into ecstasies in descanting on the mind of your grandmother.
— Hannah More, Coelebs in Search of a Wife
If you can make her want you bad enough, she'll come after you.
— Rose Wynters, My Wolf Protector
But if you take off your clothes, I’m sure I can get them dry.”My eyes went wide. “Are you trying tog et my naked?”His silvery gaze met mine. “Do you really need me to answer that?”A hot, sweet flush stole across my cheeks. When he was like this—open, flirty, and downright sexy—I was at my lamest. I wasn’t used to this side of him. I don’t think I ever would be, and there was something thrilling in that. But I stared at him, caught between the images playing out in my head and the very real man standing before me.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Apollyon
Everyone knows what falling in love is like but being in love is what people have lost. That intimacy to be in bed with somebody and just laugh and not hold anybody accountable for what they say.
— Mark Polish
But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn't want to be without her.
— Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena
Lips are the fingerprints of love.
— Tyler Shields
Mean wordsOnce upon a time, I loved you But I will neverI swear.
— Arzum Uzun
You know when you mix butt and Angel in the same sentence, it becomes an insult,” I say and take a big gulp from the can. With his back to me, he says, “Trust me, I would never dream of insulting your butt. I’m sure it’s better than anything I’m cooking out here.
— Rucy Ban, All My Life
And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy
— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
She would make a man of me. She puts strength and courage into me as no one else can. She is unlike any girl I ever saw; there’s no sentimentality about her; she is wise, and kind, and sweet. She says what she means, looks you straight in the eye, and is as true as steel.
— Louisa May Alcott, Modern Magic
Once when I asked you if you still loved your wife, you said, Love leaves the back door open. Later, you said, Love like a hospital gown opens at the back. And you slipped out.
— Joan Connor, How to Stop Loving Someone
when you love someone from the bottom of your heart then everyday seems to be like 14th of february
— sachit shrestha
There is nothing sexier than sword fight.
— Stana Katic
As the boys screamed and hauled off handfuls of mulch, Olivier had slowly, deliberately, gently taken Gabri’s hand and held it before gracefully lifting it to his lips. The boys had watched, momentarily stunned, as Olivier had kissed Gabri’s manure-stained hand with his manure-stained lips. The boys had seemed petrified by this act of love and defiance. But just for a moment. Their hatred triumphed and soon their attack had re-doubled.
— Louise Penny, Still Life
Holding you close to my heart makes me feel special. In this moment, I am free to be me.
— Zarina Bibi
A woman never loves to any man, she only controls him
— er.teji
I imagined/felt their palms sweating, their sweat mingling, mutually fertilized, and dripping to the ground, where it gave birth to a scolopendra, the forked ends of its tail bedecked with the sparkle of drying tears. Their sweat would mingle again at night; the sweat from their bellies would run down into their loins, fill their belly buttons, and glimmer in the moonlight like the tears drying on the scolopendra's tail.
— Elizaveta Mikhailichenko, Preemptive Revenge
The breeze carried the music into the distant country plains, past the bullet trains, across the majestic cornfields and the Christmas tree farms. The music swept past the Georgia orange trees, the droning honeybees, and the shining seas of the Atlantic. It wafted past the London Pier. Young Britney wanted all of Nod to hear.
— David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness
If I breathe you in and you breathe me out, I swear we can breathe forever. I swear I’ll find summer in your winter and spring in your autumn and always, hands at the ends of your fingers, arms at the ends of your shoulders and I swear, when we run out of forever, when we run out of air, your name will be the last word that my lungs make air for.
— Iain Thomas
...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.
— Kellie Elmore, Jagged Little Pieces
If it’s the right person, it’s easy.
— Nina Ardianti, Restart
Will you wear my ring so all the world knows yer mine?"Beck wasn't asking for her hand in marriage, but it was so close he might as well be. Riley was deeply touched and she struggled to find the right words."Yes," she began. "I'd be proud to.
— Jana Oliver, Foretold
An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it's heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.One day someone came,took it out from dark,she kissed it,loved it,played with it,put it with her heart,and makes it her life part.Daily she played,daily she fought,But, never she threw it out.one day, an unknown came,who kissed her,loved her,and used to play with her.He took my out my heart from her,and threw it on the street,then there is nothing more than weep.An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it's heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.Sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.
— Abhishek Singh Sikarwar
When he turned back toward her, he kissed her deeply. "Don't ever doubt that I love you," he said, cupping her chin in his strong hands. "That will never change."Beck's taught body covered hers, alive and vital, charged with desire.And then they became one.
— Jana Oliver, Foretold
Nothing stayed, nothing ever changed. But love, only love, that was the true part of the story, no matter what the beginning, middle or end.
— Selena Kitt, Grace
There is none other like me. There is none other like her. We are unbelievable, impossible. I fly as high as the Heavens which cast me out. I have run out my comet's course: she is the world, I have sought out. Round her I have cast the loop of my orbit, and am held fast and safe; she is my Sea of Tranquility, my Milky Way, bearded with Berenice's Hair. I am a new constellation, pegged out in the sky. I am joy. Complete. For ever.
— Rosie Garland, The Palace of Curiosities
Her loving hands, soft lips, and perfumed scents were an addiction for which he had no cure.
— Travis Luedke, The Nightlife: Paris
We have scholars galore, and kings and emperors, and statesmen and military leaders, and artists in profusion, and inventors, discoverers, explorers - but where are the great lovers? After a moment's reflection one is back to Abelard and Heloise, or Anthony and Cleopatra, or the story of the Taj Mahal. So much of it is fictive, expanded and glorified by the poverty-stricken lovers whose prayers are answered only by myth and legend.
— Henry Miller
He was just a taker. She was a taker in her way too. They were taking each other, and they loved each other for that. -June Havoc
— Karen Abbott, American Rose: A Nation Laid Bare: The Life and Times of Gypsy Rose Lee
And among many understandings and misunderstandings, Lany and Antony once again were victims of an illusory love...
— Pet Torres, Illusory Love III
If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then its yours forever. If it doesnt, then it was never yours to begin with.
— Jack Engelhard, Indecent Proposal
I have had some experiences with love, or think I have, anyway, although the ones I have liked best could easily be described as "common decency". I treated somebody well for a little while, or even for a tremendously long time, and that person treated me well in return. Love need not have anything to do with it. (...)Love is where you find it. I think it is foolosh to go looking for it, and I think it can often be poisonous.I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, "Please - a little less love, and a little more common decency".
— Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
I feel love is like a cigarette –you know it is not good for you but by the time you realize, you are so addicted to it that you can't leave it.
— Shreya Gupta
They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
no matter how hard your shell is on the out side you will aways find some one who loves you
— Kelly Armstrong
The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance - that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it - then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
Who but lovers dream alike?
— Lloyd Alexander, The Golden Dream of Carlo Chuchio
Loving isn't about selecting only the good parts. It's about taking the whole and loving the lot.
— Santa Montefiore, Last Voyage of the Valentina
She understood the risks, the limits, the possible consequences, and she was willing to accept all of that in return for the sheer joy of being with him. One night with him…one hundred… whatever fate allowed her, she would take.
— Lisa Kleypas, Suddenly You
he stretched out beside her, uncomfortably close, as if they were lovers. Real lovers and not the most mismatched pair of fuck buddies ever.
— Larissa Ione, Pleasure Unbound
The world is full of love stories, and all lovers are in a sense the avatars of their predecessors.
— Salman Rushdie, Midnight's Children
A century ago, life screwed that poor man and me because we were too young, and now they want to do the same thing because we are too old.
— Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
Conor, I could search the world for another swashbuckling scientist, but I doubt if I would find one like you.
— Eoin Colfer, Airman
If you haven't fall in love yet...you haven't experienced true pain and happiness.
— Chandan Sharma, Me and She Square
She gave her husband such a night of sexual pleasure that his eyes followed her constantly after that, narrow and hot. He grew molten when she passed near other men, and at night they made their own shaking tent. They got teased too much and moved farther off, into the brush, into the nesting ground of shy and holy loons. There, no one could hear them. In solitude they made love until they became gaunt and hungry, pale windigos with aching eyes, tongues of flame.
— Louise Erdrich, The Antelope Wife
His passion she had expected, even his expertise, for a man of his years would not have been without women. She had even, in the long days of yearning, suspected his tenderness, which led him now to kiss her temples and the inner crook of her elbow with the same attention he gave to her lips and breasts. What she had not anticipated was that he would be vulnerable as well.
— Ruth Wind, Light of Day
When I say love, I mean love.
— Sofía Navarro
They stamped their own pattern of lovers onto the fabric of Paris.
— Emma Calin, Knockout!
Somehow they were entwining without touch, following a choreography laid down in time for lovers.
— Emma Calin, Knockout!
To love her was to taste sweet surrender. For had she not entered his life, he would have sought the wonders of both Heaven and Earth. But she surpassed them all and, by her pleasing nature, stayed him.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway
Cocky little king. You assume you're the only one that gives me satisfaction?"His smile widens as he lifts one of my arms and kisses the sensitive skin of my wrist. "If there is something in this world that can please you more than me," he says, his warm breath caressing my skin, "then I'll be extra diligent in my duties tonight, my queen. Indulge me with every sensation that gives you pleasure, and I will match it and more."Whatever retort was on my tongue vanishes, his heated words stealing all reason from my mind. Only one lingers: queen. Hearing him refer to me as his intended opens my heart like the sea opens to the sky, and I am his.
— Trisha Wolfe, Astarte's Wrath
Even you Spent a lots of time to find your lovers but you doesn't know that he is close by you and ready to touching you.
— Allulaby
I see myself as Kiki de Montparnasse, trying to get Man Ray's attention. (Sofia Navarro, 7th July 2012).
— Sofía Navarro
Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.
— Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.
— Lauren DeStefano, Fever
Prove that you love me through a lingering gaze and never losing that twinkle of adoration in your eyes.
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway
When she says margarita she means daiquiri.When she says quixotic she means mercurial.And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"she means, "Put your arms around me from behindas I stand disconsolate at the window."He's supposed to know that.When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in Virginiaor he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading,or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he is raking leaves in Ithacaor he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolateat the window overlooking the baywhere a regatta of many-colored sails is going onwhile he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morningshe is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzelsdrinking lemonadeand two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bedwhere she remains asleep and very warm.When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks.When she says, "We're talking about me now,"he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says,"Did somebody die?"When a woman loves a man, they have goneto swim naked in the streamon a glorious July daywith the sound of the waterfall like a chuckleof water rushing over smooth rocks,and there is nothing alien in the universe.Ripe apples fall about them.What else can they do but eat?When he says, "Ours is a transitional era,""that's very original of you," she replies,dry as the martini he is sipping.They fight all the timeIt's funWhat do I owe you?Let's start with an apologyOk, I'm sorry, you dickhead.A sign is held up saying "Laughter."It's a silent picture."I've been fucked without a kiss," she says,"and you can quote me on that,"which sounds great in an English accent.One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it another nine times.When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the airport in a foreign country with a jeep.When a man loves a woman he's there. He doesn't complain that she's two hours lateand there's nothing in the refrigerator.When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake.She's like a child cryingat nightfall because she didn't want the day to end.When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking:as midnight to the moon is sleep to the beloved.A thousand fireflies wink at him.The frogs sound like the string sectionof the orchestra warming up.The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes.
— David Lehman, When a Woman Loves a Man: Poems
When I reach out, you take my hand. When I smile, you mirror the expression.When I triumph, you glory as if it were your own.When I fail, you point to the light at the end.When I need, you tenderly provide.When I cry, you kiss away my tears.When I suffer,  you bleed.And you wonder why I love you?
— Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway
I'd ruin any day, all my days, for those long nights with you. And I did. But that right there was why it was doomed.
— Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up
I’ve learned a lot about love over these last months. And part of what I’ve learned is that you have to want someone for who they are, not who you want them to be. You have to love a real person, not some dream in your head.
— Zoë Marriott, FrostFire
I want to make love to you, Rhone. I want to fill your ass with my penis and fuck you until you love it just as much as I do. I want to suck your dick and eat your balls until your cum coats my tongue and throat. I want you to do the same to me. I want to come inside you, in your mouth, in your ass, on your chest, marking you as mine in a way you can feel even when I’m not by your side. That’s what I want. It’s what I’ve wanted ever since you told me I could have a different, better life and then took the time to care and to show me how to care about myself. I want everything you can give, and I want to offer you everything that I am.
— Cameron Dane, Finding Home
This was the mark of deep infatuation, he thought: the desire to watch a woman talk just to see her lips move, to be around her.
— Hugh Howey, Second Shift: Order
His fingers have been slowly lacing through my hair.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless