Men And Women In Love Quotes

“In my errant life I roamed
To learn the secrets of women and men,
Of gods and dreams.
I've known all the countries of our world,
I've lived a thousand lives:
Many lives I lived in love,
Other lives I squandered.
For in my life I never traveled,
All I did was wander.”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“Ah, lust. It makes us forget anything we want to. The greatest relaxant, the greatest stimulant.”
― James Lusarde, The Apartment of Sex

“No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, ’Unwrap me, darling.”
― James Lusarde, The Apartment of Sex

“I wanted to reach out and stroke her, to be gentle and tender towards her. Take care of her.”
― James Lusarde, The Lady Loves to Strip

“He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.”
― Roman Payne

“I smile at you, hinting at the pleasures ahead, and silently point to the zip at the back of my dress…”
― James Lusarde, The Apartment of Sex

“Maybe you’re smiling as I stumble to put my feelings into words. But I’m trying to do her justice, you know?”
― James Lusarde, The Lady Loves to Strip

“Cuz I can count on one hand the men who’ve loved me, not in the Biblical sense—I don’t have enough digits for that—but who have truly loved me.”
― Shannon Celebi, After Spring Comes

“She is the nymph who keeps enticing me the sailor evey time!”
― Avijeet Das

“Success=Assinchair”
― Judy Griffith Gill

“Are you chuckling yet? Because then along came you. A big, broad meat eater with brash blond hair and ruddy skin that burns at the beach. A bundle of appetites. A full, boisterous guffaw; a man who tells knock know jokes. Hot dogs - not even East 86th Street bratwurst but mealy, greasy big guts that terrifying pink. Baseball. Gimme caps. Puns and blockbuster movies, raw tap water and six-packs. A fearless, trusting consumer who only reads labels to make sure there are plenty of additives. A fan of the open road with a passion for his pickup who thinks bicycles are for nerds. Fucks hard and talks dirty; a private though unapologetic taste for porn. Mysteries, thrillers, and science fiction; a subscription to National Geographic. Barbecues on the Fourth of July and intentions, in the fullness of time, to take up golf. Delights in crappy snack foods of ever description: Burgles. Curlies. Cheesies. Squigglies - you're laughing - but I don't eat them - anything that looks less like food than packing material and at least six degrees of separation from the farm. Bruce Springsteen, the early albums, cranked up high with the truck window down and your hair flying. Sings along, off-key - how is it possible that I should be endeared by such a tin ear?Beach Boys. Elvis - never lose your roots, did you, loved plain old rock and roll. Bombast. Though not impossibly stodgy; I remember, you took a shine to Pearl Jam, which was exactly when Kevin went off them...(sorry). It just had to be noisy; you hadn't any time for my Elgar, my Leo Kottke, though you made an exception for Aaron Copeland. You wiped your eyes brusquely at Tanglewood, as if to clear gnats, hoping I didn't notice that "Quiet City" made you cry. And ordinary, obvious pleasure: the Bronx Zoo and the botanical gardens, the Coney Island roller coaster, the Staten Island ferry, the Empire State Building. You were the only New Yorker I'd ever met who'd actually taken the ferry to the Statue of Liberty. You dragged me along once, and we were the only tourists on the boat who spoke English. Representational art - Edward Hopper. And my lord, Franklin, a Republican. A belief in a strong defense but otherwise small government and low taxes. Physically, too, you were such a surprise - yourself a strong defense. There were times you were worried that I thought you too heavy, I made so much of your size, though you weighed in a t a pretty standard 165, 170, always battling those five pounds' worth of cheddar widgets that would settle over your belt. But to me you were enormous. So sturdy and solid, so wide, so thick, none of that delicate wristy business of my imaginings. Built like an oak tree, against which I could pitch my pillow and read; mornings, I could curl into the crook of your branches. How luck we are, when we've spared what we think we want! How weary I might have grown of all those silly pots and fussy diets, and how I detest the whine of sitar music!”
― Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin

“Someday you will meet her. She will make you feel serene and calm. She will understand you. You won't have to explain her things about you and your life.”
― Avijeet Das

“Love is lost in men's capricious minds, but in women's, it fills all the room it finds.”
― John Crowne

“If only women were not so fickle and men were not so cruel.”
― Jayne Castel, Nightfall till Daybreak

“Do women in love feel as men do? Do men love as women love? His virgin bride shared her pipe-frame bed all smiles and laughter. When they were intimate to the last degree on that bed, did Lou's experience join his, did his experience match hers, during this moment and that moment?”
― Annie Dillard, The Maytrees

“Were men and women ever really just friends?”
― Jaycee Ford, Dragonfly Awakening

“Men, at first glance, are like the colourful productive pollinating bees, but without the flowers, women, they are an annoying senseless noise catering to an overindulged queen; their ever-inflated ego. - On Men Without Women”
― Lamine Pearlheart, The Sunrise's Commandment

“He said your throne was built in his heart
that you were his queen
yet never wore you a crown
neither did he give you a staff of authority.”
― Temi O'Sola, Love Opens Your Eyes

“but she doesn’t know
this is man’s version of
«making love»
she didn’t realise these love stories she read her whole life were made by women
women who dream
&make up different types of
«the perfect man»
but fuck
perfection isn’t even real

do not be ignorant
men do not exist through women’s literary descriptions”
― Xayaat Muhummed, The Breast Mountains Of All Time Are In Hargeisa

“Men and women don't think and feel the same way. I have seen and experienced enough of life to come to this conclusion. I am not making assumptions here. I have a myriad of instances that I can put forth as my evidences for this thought. But it's not what you think you know about women that can be classified as correct. They are authentic, but not like us the men who are direct and straight forward. Women feel everything deeply but express subtly.”
― Avijeet Das