Quotes on “lovers”

Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be.

I am your moon and your moonlight tooI am your flower garden and your water tooI have come all this way, eager for youWithout shoes or shawlI want you to laughTo kill all your worriesTo love youTo nourish you.

There are not enough days in forever to allow me to fully express the depth of my love for you.

My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.

When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, What was it that you wanted and why didn't you fight for it?

Get up, Shahrzad al-Khayzuran. You kneel before no one. Least of all me.

What made you fall in love with a prostitute?I didn’t understand it myself at the time. But I’ve thought about it since, and I think it was because, knowing that your body would never be mine alone, I had to concentrate on conquering your soul.

I'm telling you this for one reason and one reason only: No matter how sure you are of someone's love, it's always nice to hear it.

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

I met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the same thing.

Stop trying to be less of who you are. Let this time in your life cut you open and drain all of the things that are holding you back.

I want to be the best version of myself for anyone who is going to someday walk into my life and need someone to love them beyond reason.

I can do this… I can start over. I can save my own life and I’m never going to be alone as long as I have stars to wish on and people to still love.

There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.

Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before...and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.

Your love should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger / Only to someone who has the valor and daring to cut pieces of their soul off with a knife / Then weave them into a blanket to protect you.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.