Valentines Quotes Quotes

“Living without you is like living in a cloudy winter. It's so gloomy, cold and bitter.”
― Mouloud Benzadi

“A day without you beside me
is like a day without warm sunshine.
It's cold and gloomy.”
― Mouloud Benzadi

“If you really love someone and want to build a successful relationship with them, be open with each other, be real to each other and give each other plenty of space, time apart and freedom.”
― Mouloud Benzadi

“Relationships never truly die. Though they may come to an end, their essence lives on, forever etched in the threads of our cherished memories.”
― Mouloud Benzadi

“Si vous aimez vraiment quelqu'un et souhaitez construire une relation fructueuse avec lui, soyez ouvert l'un envers l'autre, soyez réel l'un envers l'autre et accordez-vous beaucoup d'espace, de temps séparé et de liberté.”
― Mouloud Benzadi

“People are a bit like books for me in that way, and I tend to be genuinely turned on by what's on the inside rather than just the flashy cover.”
― Alice Feeney, Rock Paper Scissors

“A world anemic in love needs a day to celebrate love. I am a lover eternal, for me every day is valentine's day.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables

“We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!”
― Avijeet Das

“They asked me about love,
I told them about you.”
― Zybil Rogan

“I know nothing about love.
But I love the idea of having someone to love.
And having someone to love me back.
Someone with whom I share my sombre moments.
Someone with whom I share my laughter.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“The day for words of love becomes the night of amorous actions that say far more! The world shifts back on its axis at dawn on February 15th.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The most beautiful flower of this world doesn't rise on a plant or tree; it blossoms in my heart, and that's you.”
― Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"

“I didn’t notice the hostess or any other girl in here since we walked in the door because I was too busy staring at your ass in those jeans.”
― Kaci Rose, The Cowboy and His Valentine

“Love is the greatest principle of life, the fountain of endless love.”
― Wayne Chirisa

“MY ART FOR YOUR HEART

I'm writing you a poem;
but the lights will soon be out in five minutes.
Wow! I'm writing it in foreign;
so, I hope you'll embrace the intention of the syntax.

One word, two sentences, then a paragraph;
I'm summing out my love for you in art.
Now, will your smile warmly receive this craft;
because I have signs, letters, and numbers for your heart?”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“It's not a question of whether true love exists, but it's about your ability to purely love and receive love each day, that's true love.”
― Wayne Chirisa

“Those who don't have lady like you in their life
They try to rise roses in garden to scent their life”
― Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"

“The rose is not the most beautiful flower of this world.
But it's you.
Why ? because, Rose can just set the mood happy,
but your gorgeous beauty, your sexy fragrance and your pretty smile, set happy, all feelings, heart and soul”
― Mohammed Zaki Ansari, "Zaki's Gift Of Love"

“She deserves poetry. Not cheesy lines.”
― Avijeet Das

“If your lover is second to none, that's true love served on a golden platter.”
― Wayne Chirisa

“My valentine,
They say that love is dangerous.
They have never felt such a love as you give to me.
They say that love is brutal.
They haven't been comforted by love like yours.
They say that true love doesn't exist.
They haven't met someone like you.
So, with this letter, I thank you for true love.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“Will you be my poetry?”
― Abhijit Naskar, Giants in Jeans: 100 Sonnets of United Earth

“There is everything to gain by cherishing your spouse, the destiny of a life of love is far greater than emotional desires.”
― Wayne Chirisa

“The melting wax of the candle made me realize that you melted away the meaninglessness out of my life.”
― Avijeet Das

“Something surreal was happening in the background when she and I met. She was looking at me, and I could feel that she wanted to tell me many things. So, I started deciphering the vocabulary of her eyes. She felt the understanding in my eyes to read her unsaid words. Her eyes told me things that perhaps she may not have been able to say in words. When two sensitive people meet, then words become unnecessary. The eyes speak their own language. And sparks fly in the air.”
― Avijeet Das

“[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 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

“Void infinite still valentine to valentine.”
― Asif Hasan Tonmoy

“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"

“Love a little, a lot. Love a lot, a little.”
― Jill Telford

“It was Valentine's Day, that night of cheesy dinners, awkward forced conversations, and the sickening smell of plastic roses.”
― Sushant Poudel