Top 1200 Lovers Love Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren’t in love.

Lovers, when they are no longer in love, find it very hard to break up.

I don't compose songs to showcase my proficiency in music or to please hard-core music lovers. The basic criterion is that my work should reach all sections of music lovers.

Love is all right, as things go, but lovers can be a terrible waste of a girl's time.

There is seemingly so little love shared in this world, it is not surprising that we ask, "Where have all the lovers gone?" Since love is the most vital energy for good that is within our power to utilize, it is puzzling why we so seldom do so. Love is just a useless, abstract idea until we put it into action...unless we are always actively living in love, we are not utilizing the greatest gift we have been given and which we, in turn, have to offer.

It's very rare that you get very old jazz lovers and super-young hip-hop lovers at the same exact show, when you think about it. Not many artists can do that.

I have heard much of these languishing lovers, but I never yet saw one of them die for love.

If you love a woman, you can dominate her. That's why lovers go on playing politics with each other, dominating, possessing; the fear is there that if you don't dominate you will be lost and the other will dominate, so they continuously fight. Husbands and wives, lovers, go on fighting; the fight is for existence, to survive. The fear is there, "I may be lost in the other."

Tonight, we will both discover, how friends turn into lovers, when I make love to you.

Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.

love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit

Lovers who are free to go when they are restless always come back; lovers who are free to change remain interesting. The bitter animosity and obscenity of divorce is unknown where individuals have not become Siamese twins.

Walking in the dark, seeing lovers do their thing. That's the time, I feel like making love to you.

The love to which ego is attached is a form of jealousy - this is why nobody is as jealous as lovers are. The love which is attached to the ego is a conspiracy and a trick to possess the other. It is a conspiracy - that is why nobody suffocates so many people as those who talk of love. This situation is created because of the 'love' which comes from the ego - there can never be any relation between love and the ego.

Lovers are mirrors to each other. Love makes you aware of your original face.

Eventually you love people - friends or lovers - because of their flaws.

Happy is love or friendship when returned-- The lovers whose pure flames have equal burned.

Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?

Lovers of freedom, lovers of social justice, disarmers, peacekeepers, civil disobeyers, democrats, civil-rights activists, and defenders of the environment are legions in a single multiform cause, and they will gain strength by knowing it, taking encouragement from it, and when appropriate and opportune, pooling their efforts.

Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.

Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.

When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.

Victoria was just as much in love with me as I was with her. We could not bear to be apart for a single second. We were like two lovers shipwrecked on a desert island. There was no world outside our love.

If love be a god, why should not lovers be virtuous?

Lovers O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travellers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.

Love is dead; let lovers' eyes, Locked in endless dreams, The extremes of all extremes, Ope no more, for now Love dies.

All love affairs are tragedies in the end unless the lovers die at the same moment.

Love of the simple is all that I need, I've no time for schism or lovers of greed.

Love is blind, it stops lovers seeing the silly things they do.

We belong to no cult. We are not Nature Lovers. We don't love nature any more than we love breathing. Nature is simply something indispensable, like air and light and water, that we accept as necessary to living, and the nearer we can get to it the happier we are.

Love is not feeling, child, nor even the passion of lovers, which always seeks only its own gratification. It is the act of caring, of giving, the act of protecting the weak, the helpless, the imprisoned and the desperate. Love is the hand raised in defence. You cannot love and keep your hands clean.

Some people love money, and some people love other things. I love music, and we are all lovers.

I have always sworn to my lovers to love them eternally, but for me eternity is a quarter of an hour.

Lovers are not at their best when it matters. Mouths dry up, palms sweat, conversation flags and all the time the heart is threatening to fly from the body once and for all. Lovers have been known to have heart attacks. Lovers drink too much from nervousness and cannot perform. They eat too little and faint during their fervently wished consummation. They do not stroke the favoured cat and their face-paint comes loose. This is not all. Whatever you have set store by, your dress, your dinner, your poetry, will go wrong.

The more I like a book, the more reluctant I am to turn the page. Lovers, even book lovers, tend to cling. No one-night stands or "reads" for them.

Relationship means something complete, finished, closed. Love is never a relationship; love is relating. It is always a river, flowing, unending. Love knows no full stop; the honeymoon begins but never ends. It is not like a novel that starts at a certain point and ends at a certain point. It is an ongoing phenomenon. Lovers end, love continues. It is a continuum. It is a verb, not a noun.

At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.

For someone who doesn't even like love stories, I've played an awful lot of lovers.

Romantic lovers require from each other at least the facade of reason: We desire to be what romantic love makes us appear in the other's eyes. We want to imagine we are deserving of the love we inspire.

Boy lovers and the lesbians who have young lovers... are not child molesters. The child abusers are priests, teachers, therapists, cops and parents who force their staid morality onto the young people in their custody.

Tell me if the lovers are losers... tell me if any get more than the lovers.

True love is not a hide and seek game: in true love, both lovers seek each other.

In Paris, you couldn't really turn around without seeing the result of lovers' bad decisions. An artist given to sexual excess was almost a cliché, but no one seemed to mind. As long as you were making something good or interesting or sensational, you could have as many lovers as you wanted and ruin them all.

Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.

The Lord has many lovers of His crown but few lovers of His Cross.

Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.

What anger worse or slower to abate then lovers love when it turns to hate.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.

Forever is not a word...rather a place where two lovers go when true love takes them there.

Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.

Love has the faculty of making two lovers seem naked, not in each other's sight, but in their own.

Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.

Love is responsibility of an I for a You: in this consists what cannot consist in any feeling - the equality of all lovers.

Mankind will never see an end of trouble until lovers of wisdom come to hold political power, or the holders of power become lovers of wisdom

Love knits families together, friends, lovers, societies, nations and perhaps oneday a world.

All the particles of the World are in Love and looking for Lovers.

My own observation is: lovers don't surrender to each other, they surrender to something unknown that exists between them. They surrender to love - call it the 'god of love' - they both surrender to the god of love. Hence nobody's ego is fulfilled by your surrender; both the egos disappear in love.

Love stories require an obstacle between the lovers, something that keeps them from one another. You have to yearn for the love that can't be fulfilled. And it gets harder to conceive of viable cultural or racial or sexual obstacles between people as we move forward progressively.

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.

Love binds people too, in matrimony's sacred bonds where chaste lovers are met, and friends cement their trust and friendship. How happy is mankind, if the love that orders the stars above rules, too, in your hearts.