“I’ve learned a lot about love over these last months. And part of what I’ve learned is that you have to want… — Zoë Marriott Copy Share Image
People thought I was very pro-computer. I was on the cover of 'Wired' magazine. Then things began to change. In the early… — Sherry Turkle Copy Share Image
Happy will be the men who, having the power and the love and the benevolent forecast to [create a park], will do… — John Muir Copy Share Image
“The old poems said that lovers were made for each other. But that wasn't true for Kai and Elliot. They hadn't been… — Diana Peterfreund Copy Share Image
“Natures of your kind, with strong, delicate senses, the soul-oriented, the dreamers, poets, lovers are always superior to us creatures of the… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
The relatively conscious whites and the relatively conscious blacks, who must, like lovers, insist on, or create, the consciousness of the others… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Everybody has hope for the perfect love. Normal people are raised to believe that there's someone out there who's your soulmate, your… — Christopher Titus Copy Share Image
“To whom I owe the leaping delight That quickens my senses in our wakingtime And the rhythm that governs the repose of… — T.S. Eliot Copy Share Image
Travel is like adultery: one is always tempted to be unfaithful to one's own country. To have imagination is inevitably to be… — Anatole Broyard Copy Share Image
“I remember being in the mood for love at the slightest provocation- your nubile body feeling undeniably illicit, under mine, rhyming, heaving,… — Kunal Sen Copy Share Image
It was that surrender he needed. That complete feminine submission to every stroke, every caress, ever naughty act. Only in that submission… — Lora Leigh Copy Share Image
“In addition to my new outlook on life, in some absurdly simple way, Anissa gave me several new reasons to live. Above… — Zack Love Copy Share Image
I STILL FEEL THE TOUCH OF YOUR HANDS GENTLY GRABBING MY FACE AS U AS ME, TO LET ME MAKE LOVE TO… — MICHELLE ROUGIER Copy Share Image
Who owns Cross Creek? The red-birds, I think, more than I, for they will have their nests even in the face of… — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Copy Share Image
I don't need flowers or choccolates for this comming VALENTINES DAY , coz all I need is your Smile,Hug,Kiss and your caring… — Carla Gualvez Copy Share Image
“You know, the act of feeding someone is the ultimate act of care and affection...sharing yourself with someone else through food." He… — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Juliet and Romeo die at the end,' I said. 'Do they really, though?' Monroe asked. 'I didn’t know that that matters, when… — Mackenzie Herbert Copy Share Image
Many people forget that magick is all about change, and the greatest change is the inner, not the outer, landscape. Outer magickal… — Christopher Penczak Copy Share Image
“...lovers, even those who are married, always exist autonomously of one another, no matter how close they are or how long they've… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
That prayer has great power which a person makes with all his might. It makes a sour heart sweet, a sad heart… — Mechthild of Magdeburg Copy Share Image
We are not lovers because of the love we make but the love we have. We are not friends because of the… — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
Will you not covet such power as this, and seek such throne as this, and be no more housewives, but queens? There… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
Ancient societies had anthropomorphic gods: a huge pantheon expanding into centuries of dynastic drama; fathers and sons, martyred heroes, star-crossed lovers, the… — Tom Hiddleston Copy Share Image
Once a man has tasted creative action, then thereafter, no matter how safely he schools himself in patience, he is restive, acutely… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
It is true, Monsieur," Raoule went on, shrugging her shoulders, "that I have had lovers in my life as I have books… — Rachilde Copy Share Image
The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends,… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
lovers, it is well known, carry the art of tautology to its utmost perfection, and even the most impatient of them can… — Susan Edmonstone Ferrier Copy Share Image
“Love is something huge You’ll find out that Even if there were revolution in the whole wide world Still somewhere on green… — Jaroslav Seifert Copy Share Image
You can find many philosophy papers on the themes of 'love' and 'friendship,' most of which are cheerful and somewhat anodyne; you… — Catherine Wilson Copy Share Image
And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of… — Edmond Rostand Copy Share Image
Who needs a dream? Who needs ambition? Who'd be the fool in my position? Once I had dreams, now they're obsessions. Hopes… — Tim Rice Copy Share Image
It's never been my desire to conquer you, Amelia. If you leave this room with me, it must be at my side.… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
It is the haunted premises of longing that the true love song inhabits. It is a howl in the void, for love… — Nick Cave Copy Share Image
“Eh? How 'bout that?" Bill nudged her. "Did I promise to show you love or did I promise to show you love?"… — Lauren Kate Copy Share Image
When you have reached the point where you no longer expect a response, you will at last be able to give in… — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
“I’ve never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other, it feels like I have.… — Jenny Han Copy Share Image
I took a small flat for myself and the children ... My husband took a room in a clean rooming house within… — Crystal Eastman Copy Share Image
“For though a very few hours spent in the hard labour of incessant talking will dispatch more subjects than can really be… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image
“In summers heate and mid-time of the day To rest my limbes upon a bed I lay, One window shut, the other… — Christopher Marlowe Copy Share Image
The beloved's innocence brutalizes the lover. As the singing of a mad person behind you on the train enrages you, its beautiful… — Anne Carson Copy Share Image