St Valentine Quotes

I want a man who's kind and understanding. Is that too much to ask of a millionaire? ~ Zsa Zsa Gabor

If only St. Valentine was around to see his memory celebrated through the mindless marketing of whipping cream and lingerie. ~ Dov Davidoff

And I realize ... it's okay. It's okay if St. Clair and I never become more than friends. His friendship alone has strengthened me in a way that no one
else's ever has. He swept me from my room and showed me independence. In other words, he was exactly what I needed. I won't forget it. And I certainly
don't want to lose it. ~ Stephanie Perkins

O my soul, what are you doing? Are you not aware that God sees you always? You can never hide yourself from His sight. O Father, have pity on us because we are blind and in darkness. Drive out the darkness and give me light. Melt the ice of my self-love and kindle in me the fire of Your charity. ~ St. Catherine Of Siena

Tea was sucha comfort. ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

A system that works for one person won't be perfect for another ... Individuality is a major part of expanding knowledge. ~ Georges St-Pierre

His eyes were dark, dangerous, and not at all cold. He burned with an internal inferno she wanted to touch. She stared into the gaze of a tiger and knew, even as she watched the cat retreat into the camouflage of a gentleman: The Duke of Wakefield was the Ghost of St. Giles. ~ Elizabeth Hoyt

When great depths of unrelenting sorrow are punctuated by great peaks of joy and liberation, the result is delicious. ~ Georges St-Pierre

Man, I love coming home. St. Louis is actually hard to capture. ~ Chingy

Happiness is a sort of atmosphere you can live in sometimes when you're lucky. ~ Adela Rogers St. Johns

I wanted to kiss you like the waves kiss the shore under the blue sky. ~ Debasish Mridha

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete. ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Looks like I'm going to have to kill him with kindness. That's the way Gran always taught me to treat people who were mean to me. ~ Michelle A. Valentine

Learning to be and learning to be creative are two sides of the same coin. ~ Elaine St. James

The first step towards love is to listen to your love. ~ Amit Kalantri

Love is for life; life is for love. ~ Debasish Mridha

What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure. ~ Lilith Saintcrow

She [Angie] looked at the plate he'd set down. "You're not hungry?"
"I'm starving. Hungrier than I've ever been in my entire life." He'd waited for weeks for the right time and even though it was the worst timing possible, he couldn't wait a second more.
Her jaw dropped as he took her plate from her wobbly grip.
"I, uh, am in desperate need of a shower."
"Me too," he whispered, then leaned in and pressed his mouth to her lush lips. She opened immediately for him, inviting his tongue and more as she sighed and sank closer against him. He thrust deep into her mouth, tasting the spicy sauce, tasting her, and plundered for more as pleasure washed over him like a benediction from heaven. ~ Jennifer St. Giles

A spring sun was shining on the rue St. Honore, as I ran down the church steps. On one corner stood a barrow full of yellow jonquils, pale violets from the Riviera, dark Russian violets, and white Roman hyacinths in a golden cloud of mimosa. The street was full of Sunday pleasure-seekers. I swung my cane and laughed with the rest. Someone overtook and passed me. He never turned, but there was the same deadly malignity in his white profile that there had been in his eyes. I watched him as long as I could see him. His lithe back expressed the same menace; every step that carried him away from me seemed to bear him on some errand connected with my destruction.

I was creeping along, my feet almost refusing to move. There began to dawn in me a sense of responsibility for something long forgotten. It began to seem as if I deserved that which he threatened: it reached a long way back - a long, long way back. It had lain dormant all these. years: it was there though, and presently it would rise and confront me. But I would try to escape; and I stumbled as best I could into the rue de Rivioli, across the Place de la Concorde and on to the Quai. I looked with sick eyes upon the sun, shining through the white foam of the fountain, pouring over the backs of the dusky bronze river-gods, on the far-away Arc, a structure of amethyst mist, on the countless vistas of grey stems and bare branches faintly green. Then I saw him again coming down one of the chestnut alleys of the Cours ~ Robert W. Chambers

You can't expect people to give you the things you love, unless you know how to ask. ~ Genevieve Valentine

Preach the Truth as if you had a million voices. It is silence that kills the world. ~ St. Catherine Of Siena

Innovation, born from true creativity, depends on movement. ~ Georges St-Pierre

The Lord gave women brains to tell men how to use their muscles. ~ Donna St. Felix

Our bodies are at once the receiving and transmitting stations for life itself. It is the highest wisdom to recognize this fact and train our bodies to render them sensitive and responsive to nature. art and religion. ~ Ruth St. Denis

If you're going to be a player people will remember, you have to win the Open at St. Andrews. ~ Jack Nicklaus

She liked books, but the hours spent in small-town libraries were tedious, and she began the first list when she was eight or nine as a means of distraction. A list of names, eventually expanding to ten or twelve pages: Lilia, Gabriel, Anna, Michelle. In every town her name was different. ~ Emily St. John Mandel

Beauty is wasted on the wicked. ~ Michelle A. Valentine

Mother's Day is a torment if your mother is dead. Valentine's Day is a torment if you don't got one. And at some point in our lives, we will be tormented by Valentine's Day even if we're relatively lucky in love. ~ Dan Savage

Prayer is a pasturage, a field, wherein all the virtues find their nourishment, growth, and strength. - ST. CATHERINE OF SIENA. ~ Various

The Finns also have a bent for drink, even though there is no wine here whatsoever, except for illicit tavern keeping, which is harshly suppressed. But, all the way to St. Petersburg, the Finn will drink himself into forgetfulness, lose his money, horse, bridle, and return home poorer than a church rat. ~ Mikhail Saltykov-Shchedrin

Regarding her thoughtfully, St. Vincent leaned down to remove her shoes. "You'll be more comfortable without these," he said. "For God's sake, don't shy away. I'm not going to molest you in the carriage." Untying the laces, he continued in a silken tone, "And if I were so inclined it's of little consequence, since we're going to be married soon." He grinned as she jerked her stocking-clad foot away from him, and he reached for the other. ~ Lisa Kleypas

When I first came to L.A., I worked at the Magic Castle, and it was so much fun. But the best part of magic for me these days is not having to do it for a living. It's being able to pull a trick out when people least expect it, when they don't know that you do magic. ~ Steve Valentine

We carry within us all the mystical power we need to transform our world. ~ Anthon St. Maarten

I'm from Canada and my wife is from St. Albans, so I feel a great kinship with the Brits. ~ Jason Priestley

The only difference between the women I've dated and Charles Manson is that Manson has the decency to look like a nut case when you first meet him. ~ Richard Jeni

Sebastian just smiled. "I could hear your heart beating," he said softly. "When you were watching me with Valentine. Did it bother you?"
"That you seem to be dating my dad?" Jace shrugged. "You're a little young for him, to be honest."
"What?" For the first time since Jace had met him, Sebastian seemed flabbergasted. ~ Cassandra Clare

Again, there were maidens who cherished the firm belief that he had come from the sea. Because within his breast could be heard the roaring of the sea. Because in the pupils of his eyes there lingered the mysterious and eternal horizon that the sea leaves as a keepsake deep in the eyes of all who are born at the seaside and forced to depart from it. Because his signs were sultry like the tidal breezes of full summer, fragrant with the smell of seaweed cast upon the shore. ~ Yukio Mishima

There is a wide difference between having poison and being poisoned. All apothecaries have poisons ready for special uses, but they are not consequently poisoned, because the poison is only in their shop, not in themselves; and so you many possess riches without being poisoned by them, so long as they are in your house or purse only, and not in your heart. It is the Christian's privilege to be rich in material things , and poor in attachment to them. ~ St. Francis De Sales

Van Gogh's sunflowers, it seems, are wilting, just like their real-life counterparts did. ~ Kassia St. Clair

Love knows nothing of short hauls because it has committed itself for the long haul. ~ Craig D. Lounsbrough

I've taken a mail packet boat along the southern Newfoundland coast and spent some time on St. Pierre and Miquelon watching the seal colonies. I like pine trees. I like cold rivers. ~ Joseph Monninger

The whole 'Melrose' series is an attempt to tell the truth, and is based on the idea that there is some salutary or liberating power in telling the truth. ~ Edward St. Aubyn

You have captured my soul in a cocoon of love. My heart will be forever yours. ~ Shae-Lynn Bourne

So come on out, my dear old sweet Sister, - & we'll open our oysters together. ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

the way his mouth shifted into a smile even as he kissed me ~ Gillian St. Kevern