An economist says that essentially more for you is less for me, but the lover knows that more for you is more for me, too.
Of course they fought as lovers must do to find a liveable space.
Every word I utter for hip hop lovers Will reflect forever like two mirrors facing each other.
I am convinced that God is love, this thought has for me a primitive lyrical validity. When it is present to me, I am unspeakably blissful, when it is absent, I long for it more vehemently than does the lover for his object.
As wolves love lambs so lovers love their loves.
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.
I have a very big conflict with the individualization of love. I feel like it's egotistical to just love one person when you can love so many of them. I feel so much love that I declare myself a lover of all.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
One exits with one's husband -- one lives with one's lover.
Dull sublunary lovers' love (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Absence, because it doth remove Those things which elemented it.
The relatively conscious whites and the relatively conscious blacks, who must, like lovers, insist on, or create, the consciousness of the others in order to end the racial nightmare and acheive our country.
On the lips of my enemy, my sister’s lover, my lover’s killer, I taste the punishment I deserve. I taste oblivion.
What a Lover sees in the Beloved is the projected shadow of his own potential beauty in the eyes of God.
My opinion is that the best thing would be to work on till art lovers feel drawn toward it of their own accord, instead of having to praise or to explain it.
It takes three to make love, not two: you, your spouse, and God. Without God people only succeed in bringing out the worst in one another. Lovers who have nothing else to do but love each other soon find there is nothing else. Without a central loyalty life is unfinished.
Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
True love is not a hide and seek game: in true love, both lovers seek each other.
Sometimes your friends are your lovers, or have been at one time.
We cannot, without depraving our minds, endeavour to please a lover or husband, but in proportion as he pleases us.