Christian: Mademaiselle Satine, I haven't quite finished writing that new scene. The "Will The Lovers Be Meeting at the Sitar Player's Humble Abode" scene. And I wondered if I could work on it with you later tonight. The Duke: But, my dear, I've arra...
Adult Olive: I need to forgive you before I die... but I can't forgive someone who has not asked for forgiveness. Caden Cotard: I just want... Adult Olive: I have no time. I need you to ask for forgiveness. Caden Cotard: Can you ever forgive me? Adul...
Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.
If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you
Tex?” I whispered. “Yeah?” “Enemies or lovers right now?” He sighed and kissed my head. “Both, we’ll always be both.
Please Julian,” she whispered to him as he slept beside her. “Don’t leave me.
My night shall be remembered for a star That outshone all the suns of all men's days
They were Catholic, my lovers, All in an access of crossing themselves, Particularly their fingers Behind their suspendered backs-- And that was the women.
Love is like building a wall with two bricks and a ton of wind. Obviously you and your lover are bricks.
They were inlove, but they hadn't been lovers; they were friends and yet also strangers for so many years
Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick...
Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. -Dylan Thomas
If you age with somebody, you go through so many roles - you're lovers, friends, enemies, colleagues, strangers; you're brother and sister. That's what intimacy is, if you're with your soulmate.
As a storyteller, I appreciate a great tale. As a cat lover, I appreciate a great tail.
...Lovers think quite different thoughts while lying side by side.
A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
With the possible exception of clothes, beauty salons and Frank Sinatra, there are few subjects all women agree upon.
Bel Air, I am convinced, was laid out by some diabolic sadist who deliberately decided not to use a compass or a surveyor.
I might be a very weird lover; having you the center of my dreams and reality.
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
Those for whom the world is not enough: saints, conquerors, poets, and all lovers of books.
