Valentines
Day Quotes - Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes
“It
doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash
across the room like tiny sparrows.”
―
Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak
“I
fell in love with you on Valentine’s day, Emilie, but I need more than just seven
minutes.”
―
Lynn Painter, The Do-Over
“Since
my trips to Earth, I've only managed to assemble a few basics facts about
humans, condensing them in to four, overall points: kids got Reese's, teens got
recess, adults got recessions, and seniors got receding.”
―
Tai Odunsi, Cupid's Academy: The Miseducation of Mergatroyd, Love god in
Training
“She
turned and bolted out the door. She had learnt an important lesson - "When
a man paid 'for' you...you paid 'to' him." It was her first Valentine
slaughter.”
―
Mallika Nawal, I'm a Woman & I'm on SALE
“The
thing about Valentine's day is that people discover who are single and who to
feel jealous of.”
―
Faye Morgan
“I
don't mean to immortalize you with my words. It's just the only way I know how
to bleed.”
―
Nitya Prakash
“In
Poetry class, Professor Sappho teaches us how to compose love ballads. She's a
swell teacher and all but I'm not sure I understand her. She's always going on
and on about her weekend trips with the other goddesses to the island of
Lesbos.”
―
Tai Odunsi, Cupid's Academy: The Miseducation of Mergatroyd, Love god in
Training
“I
poked him in the chest. 'First of all, yes, it was. Lacy cards and love tokens
were widely exchanged even in Victorian times. By now, you should know better
than to screw with me on historical trivia.”
―
Molly Harper, Nice Girls Don't Date Dead Men
“I
Love cherrys alot”
―
Cherry Hill
“Instantly,
the pair fell to groping one other as if each had puff the magic dragon at a
rock concert in Woodstock.”
―
Tai Odunsi, Cupid's Academy: The Miseducation of Mergatroyd, Love god in
Training
“Love
blooms like a flower, but only the expression of love fills it with fragrance”
―
Toddly Publications, I Really Love To Love: Kids’ first book expressing love
for FAMILY!
“At
times, we fall in love. And as we fall, we don't realise how deeply we're
falling, until we've completely fallen.”
―
Mitta Xinindlu
“To
the romance, Neptune adds vibes that are important; and which are beautiful,
spiritual, and serene.”
―
Mitta Xinindlu
“I
love you. I still love you so much that I hate you for it. -Roma Montagov”
―
Chloe Gong, Our Violent Ends
“[Love
Wasn’t as They Said]
Love
wasn’t as they said…
It
didn’t last forever as they claimed…
It
is fleeting moments only recognized
By
those with sight and insight…
And
perhaps only captured
By
those patiently waiting as if to see a lightning in the sky…
And,
like lightning perhaps, we never know
Where
love goes after it strikes…
And
perhaps the only love that lasts
Is
one that know when to stay and when to walk away…
**
Love
wasn’t synonymous with honor
As
they defined honor...
It
is often the awareness that falls upon us
After
betraying or letting down the loved ones…
Love
wasn’t holding hands forever,
It
is boring afternoons spent together
With
no words
And
no activities…
It
wasn’t lifetime sexual attraction
As
many claimed…
It
is the companionship that remains
After
the hormonal fires are put out,
When
the noises of immaturity go silent,
And
after the childish quarrels and squabbles stop…
It
is the home that remains erected
Long
after getting erectile dysfunction…
It
that appetite for life after the last egg from the last period…
It
is that strange feeling of elation
That
may come after what is mistakenly called a “midlife crisis”,
To
fill that frightening gap between hope and reality…
**
Love
is a widow brushing her hair,
On a
bus or in a public place,
Unbothered
by onlookers or passersby,
As
she opens her shabby handbag
And
takes out an apple to bite on
With
the teeth she has left…
Love
is an eye surrounded with wrinkles
But
is finally able to see the world
Sensitively,
insightfully, and more realistically,
Without
exaggerated embellishment or distortion…
**
Love
is shreds of joy
Interspersed
with long intervals
Of
boredom, exhaustion, reproach, and disappointment…
It’s
not measured with red flowers, bears, and expensive gifts in shiny wraps,
It
is who remains when the glucose, blood pressure and cholesterol numbers are
high…
It’s
those who stay after the heart catheterization and knee replacement surgeries…
Love
gets stronger after getting osteoporosis
And
may move mountains despite the rheumatism…
**
Love
is the few seconds when our eyes cross with strangers
Who
awaken in us feelings we hadn’t experienced with those living with us in years…
Or
perhaps it’s rubbing arms and shoulders with a passenger
On a
bus, in a train, or on a plane…
It
is that fleeting look from a passerby in the street
Convey
to us that they, too, have understood the game,
But
there’s not much they can do about it…
**
Love
wasn’t as they said
It
wasn’t as they said…
It
is not 1+1=2…
It
is sometimes three or more…
At
other times, it grows at point zero or lower,
In solitude,
in loneliness, and in seclusion…
Isn’t
it time, I wonder,
to
demolish everything falsely, unfairly, and misleadingly
attributed
to love?
Or
is it that love burns and dies
Precisely
when we try to capture it in our hands?
[Original
poem published in Arabic on October 27, 2022 at ahewar.org]”
―
Louis Yako
“More
beautiful than marrying the
man
you love, Rozalka, is the joy of
loving
the man you married.”
―
Sarah Brazytis, The Reluctant Bride
“If
at least most partners and spouses treated their partners and spouses like they
matter, at least most of the time, Valentine’s Day would not be so special.”
―
Mokokoma Mokhonoana
“World,
my valentine.”
―
Abhijit Naskar, Aşk Mafia: Armor of The World
“Humankind,
my valentine!”
―
Abhijit Naskar, Aşk Mafia: Armor of The World
“She
asked me, " How do I look?"
I
said.
You
look like one immortal feeling.
You
look like one who never vanishes from heart.
You
look like both emotions at the same time, happy and grief.
You
look like residents of my soul but far away from my body.
You
look like a beloved person, but stranger sometimes
You
look like a love that is complete in an incomplete life.
You
look like my life after my death.”
―
Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"
