lovers

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

I've always loved the '40s romantic comedies and the idea of those mistaken identities and lovers' misunderstandings.

Be brave, young lovers, and follow your star.

Lovers have a right to betray you... friends don't.

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

If it's true that men are such beasts, this must account for the fact that most women are animal lovers.

Lovers who love truly do not write down their happiness.

To witness two lovers is a spectacle for the gods.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

Though lovers be lost, love shall not.

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

To lovers of the truth, nothing can be put before God and hope in Him.

Lovers of air travel find it exhilarating to hang poised between the illusion of immortality and the fact of death.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

He__ an indulgent sort of man_With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.

Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.

Perfectionists talk about first love. Realists talk about true love. Optimists talk just about love.

For what they make us feel. Like we belong."_ORS