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Last updated on December 18, 2024.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
Successful adult relationships, whether between lovers or friends, require a significant degree of vulnerability, trust, and openness-
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind. — © Janet Fitch
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.
The idea of fighting your new girlfriend's ex-lovers, 'Street Fighter' style, is the ultimate geek wish-fulfilment.
In every heart there is a room, A sanctuary safe and strong, To heal the wounds from lovers past, Until a new one comes along
After eating chocolate you feel godlike, as though you can conquer enemies, lead armies, entice lovers.
The most conventional romantic trope of all is that you put lovers under extreme pressure, where they have to make decisions that illuminate aspects of that bond.
Lovers of air travel find it exhilarating to hang poised between the illusion of immortality and the fact of death.
It is important to increase our sense of God's richness and wonder by reading what his great lovers have said about him.
Selfish men make the best lovers. They're prepared to invest in the women's pleasures so that they can collect an even bigger dividend for themselves.
Love really is the answer to human problems: love of oneself, love of others, love of where one is, love of what one is doing, love of nature, love of life, love of the world, love of spirit in all its wonder and splendor. Love sets our energy free. It opens us and puts us in a flow with spirit and life on many levels. Love is the true secret behind manifestation.
I have always believed that socially unacceptable men make much better lovers because they are more sensitive.
I don't play lovers. I wish I did. At least once I'd like to have a crack at one of those guys. A heartbreaker. Some people are born to it. I'm not.
There are many ways to love someone. Sometimes we want love so much, we're not too choosy about who we love. Other times, we make love such a pure and noble thing, no poor human can ever meet our vision. But for the most part, love is a recognition, an opportunity to say, "There is something about you I cherish." It doesn't entail marriage, or even physical love. There's love of parents, love of city or nation, love of life, and love of people. All different, all love.
Our reputation as a nation of animal lovers means we can make a strong case for dogs as pets rather than as food. — © Alok Sharma
Our reputation as a nation of animal lovers means we can make a strong case for dogs as pets rather than as food.
So that's who Finnick loves, I think. Not his string of fancy lovers in the Capitol. But a poor, mad girl back home.
Many new lovers and spouses struggle to reconcile themselves with their partners' relationship history, but it's an insecurity I left behind in my 20s.
They kissed for the sort of endless moment that only exists between lovers whose lips are still new territory to one another.
Real music lovers are actually my favourite kind of people because they like to know, rather than just be told what to think.
Two thousand years ago, we abandoned imperialism and militarism. We have been peace-lovers ever since.
The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.
Whereas scoundrels become reconciled after knifing one another, lovers break up irrevocably over a mere glance or word.
I can do lovers. I can do Sir Galahad types. I'm not going to limit myself in voice-overs to irascible old men.
The objective of two lovers is almost always the same; to find meaning in their individual lives and in their life together.
To deny being lovers in order to gain something.That can result in a much worse situation than one can imagine.
Perhaps I'm just fickle by nature and get tired of countries the way other women do of husbands or lovers.
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.
I'm not really smart, but I'm dedicated. I can be good at anything if I love it and dedicate myself. And I love history. I love science. I love music. I love golf. I love learning. I love life.
Who owns Cross Creek? The red-birds, I think, more than I, for they will have their nests even in the face of delinquent mortgages..It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed, but not bought. It may be used, but not owned. It gives itself in response to love and tending, offers its sesonal flowering and fruiting. But we are tenants and not possessors, lovers, and not masters. Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time..."
No one, not even lovers, are truly psychic, and everyone flounders around each other, misunderstanding, misinterpreting, sending out confusing signals.
The white horse and the black one wheeled like lovers at a harvest dance, the riders throwing steel in place of kisses.
The lovers, appearing happy, walk, holding hands. Though it appears everything is perfect, only they know the truth.
Timing: The alpha and omega of aerialists, jugglers, actors, diplomats, publicists, generals, prizefighters, revolutionists, financiers, dictators, lovers.
More than a hygienic method of disposing of the dead, cremation enabled lovers and comrades to be mingled together for eternity.
Some find it in their lovers eyes, who can deny the joy it brings. When you've found that special thing, you're flying without wings.
Every word I utter for hip hop lovers Will reflect forever like two mirrors facing each other.
But I finally concluded that it is an inalienable right of lovers everywhere to become temporarily worthless to the world, it may even be their duty.
I profess the religion of love, Love is my religion and my faith. My mother is love My father is love My prophet is love My God is love I am a child of love I have come only to speak of love.
Luna! Artemis! lovers' spats are icing on the cake! Your just showing off to us single people! -Minako — © Naoko Takeuchi
Luna! Artemis! lovers' spats are icing on the cake! Your just showing off to us single people! -Minako
When we love others, we naturally want to talk about them, we want to show them off, like emotional trophies. We invest them with a power to do to others what they do to us; a vain hope, as the lovers of others are rarely of much interest to us. But we listen in patience, as friends must, and as Isabel now did, refraining from comment, other than to encourage the release of the story and the attendant confession of human frailty and hope.
Who needs a dream? Who needs ambition? Who'd be the fool in my position? Once I had dreams, now they're obsessions. Hopes became needs, lovers possessions. Then they move in, oh so discretely. Slowly at first, smiling too sweetly. I opened doors, they walked right through them. Called me their friend, I hardly knew them... Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Times have been good, fast, entertaining. But what's the point if I'm concealing not only love, all other feeling.
People who speak different languages, they are watching the movie from our language. So, I think all of us should be proud as nation and as cinema lovers.
Lovers often invest their first meetings with retrospective significance, as if to try to conjure the elements of the numinous out of the stubborn witness of the everyday.
Lovers, of course, are notoriously frantic epistemologists, second only to paranoiacs (and analysts) as readers of signs and wonders.
Lovers of Norfolk churches can never agree which is the best and I think one is either a Salle or a Cawston man.
The Humane Society is so great to work with. Because everyone there is so nice and supportive, and they're all animal lovers like me.
.... "death turns all men into great lovers. Would that they were equally ardent while the lady was still alive!
I dream of writing a book like LOVERS some day. It is so spare but so rich. It is history made intimate, and a masterpiece of compression.
We're smitten with technology. And we're afraid, like young lovers, that too much talking might spoil the romance. But it's time to talk.
Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free. — © Samuel Johnson
Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.
When friends and lovers die and your world gets quieter; that's when the silence comes closer; that's when next isn't the least bit theoretical or abstract.
Friendships are different from all other relationships. Unlike acquaintanceship, friendship is based on love. Unlike lovers and married couples, it is free of jealousy. Unlike children and parents, it knows neither criticism nor resentment. Friendship has no status in law. Business partnerships are based on a contract. So is marriage. Parents are bound by law. But friendships are freely entered into, freely given, and freely exercised.
Those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces, desperately remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone.
Frauds master our minds; magicians, like poets and lovers, engage them in a permanent maze of possibilities.
Lovers communicate not inside sentences, but between them. Passion lurks within interstice. It is grouting rather than bricks.
I grew up in a film lovers' family and I have been watching the best of world cinema from age six.
Outside major darkness where the circle is complete there's no fear that lovers born will ever fail to meet
Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel? I knew the mass of men conceal'd Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd They would by other men be met With blank indifference, or with blame reproved; I knew they lived and moved Trick'd in disguises, alien to the rest Of men, and alien to themselves - and yet The same heart beats in every human breast!
We are a nation of film lovers, and films have often been a cultural glue that binds us all in a way that transcends geography.
When I died last, and, Dear, I die As often as from thee I go Though it be but an hour ago, And lovers' hours be full eternity.
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