Crush Quote by Richard Siken Download Open image “Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.” — Richard Siken ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Crush Lovers
for never yet Has lover lived, but longed to wive Like them that are no more alive. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
“That man, especially when he slept, when his features were motionless, showed me my own face, my mask, the flawlessly pure image of my… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed. — Rumi Copy Share Image
The brightest attractions to the lover too often prove the husband's greatest torments — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
The only love from which a man never recuperates is the one he never had. The eternal and untarnished illusion. — Rae Foley Copy Share Image
By virtue of love is the lover transformed in the beloved and the beloved transformed in the lover. — Angela of Foligno Copy Share Image
The agony of lovers burns with the fire of passion. Lovers leave traces of where they've been. The wailing of broken hearts is the… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Destruction is a true sign of devotion. As I always tell my girlfriend when she threatens to kill me. 'You should kill me and… — Billy Corgan Copy Share Image
“Personally, I’m a mess of conflicting impulses—I’m independent and greedy and I also want to belong and share and be a part of the… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Here I am in a rabbit run, here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I could pretend… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“We're shooting the scene where I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“Here we are, at the place where I get to beg for it. Where I get to say ‘Please, for just one night, will… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“The stranger says there are no more couches and he will have to sleep in your bed. You try to warn him, you tell… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“I looked at all the trees and didn’t know what to do. A box made out of leaves. What else was in the woods?… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
“It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Knot the tie and go to work, unknot the tie and go to sleep. I sleep. I dream. I wake. I sing. I get… — Richard Siken Copy Share Image
Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush. — Melissa Marr Copy Share Image
Each child’s story is worthy of telling. There shouldn’t be a sliding scale of death. The weight of it is crushing. — Anderson Cooper Copy Share Image
I had to smile when stories emerged questioning whether I was gay. Obviously I knew I wasn't but people were curiously desperate to suggest… — Daniel Radcliffe Copy Share Image
I already know that u know that I like u, the question is Wat r u going to do with that information. — Nishan Panwar Copy Share Image
“My mom believed that you make your own luck. Over the stove she had hung these old, maroon painted letters that spell out, “MANIFEST.”… — Emmy Laybourne Copy Share Image
I'm very disturbed to find out that the leader of the Townies has a soul and I'm beginning to develop a bit of a… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
My dream would be to hear rocks at my window n to look out and see u just standing there, in the pouring rain. — Blondie Copy Share Image
Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He sank into the rocking chair, the same one in which Rebecca had sat during the early days of the house to give embroidery… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
...It's an unmeetable level of writing. But even if it's something I feel like I can't ever attain, it doesn't crush my spirit. I… — Paul Banks Copy Share Image
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs. With this creed, revenge never worries my heart, degradation… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
