There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
The only way to measure a lover is by the grandeur of the beloved.
The Church imposes nothing; she only proposes, she proposes like a lover to the beloved.
Of course they fought as lovers must do to find a liveable space.
Nature had gathered her choicest treasures , to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her
It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought. It may be used but not owned. We are tenants, not possessors, lovers and not masters.
God is not about using the mighty but the willing. He is not into using amazing people, just ones who prepared to lay their lives down to him. God is not looking for extraordinary, exceptionally gifted people, just laid down lovers of Jesus who will carry his glory with transparency and not take it for themselves
For lovers, touch is metamorphosis. All the parts of their bodies seem to change, and they seem to become something different and better.
Great men, Till they have gained their ends, are giants in Their promises, but, those obtained, weak pigmies In their performance. And it is a maxim Allowed among them, so they may deceive, They may swear anything; for the queen of love, As they hold constantly, does never punish, But smile, at lovers' perjuries.
And what do you say of lovers of wine. . . they are glad of any pretext of drinking any wine
Having lovers and friends is all good and fine But I don't like yours and you don't like mine.
All or nothing at all, 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?
Most women lament not the death of their lovers so much out of real affection for them, as because they would appear worthy of love.
There is nothing more American than brutal violence. The country was built on it, revels in it and shows every evidence of clinging to it with the crazed, destructive strength of an obsessive lover.
Because there is nothing here than invites us to cherish unhappy lovers. Nothing is more vain than to die for love. What we ought to do is live.
Only lovers know the value and magnanimity of truth.
An angry lover tells himself many lies.
Surrender is just like love. That's why I say only lovers can become sannyasins - because they know a little of how to surrender. Love is the first step towards the divine, surrender is the last. And two steps is the whole journey.
Come let us be friends for once. Let us make life easy on us. Let us be loved ones and lovers. The earth shall be left to no one.