Valentines Day Quotes

“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

“My mother was born on Valentine’s Day and because of that, I have oddly always loved Valentine’s Day. I have friends who absolutely hate the day. And I get that, I do. I can see through it as much as the next person, but I still believe that at its core, it’s a day to recognize love. A day to send a note to someone, eye a new crush, make out, open champagne or sparkling apple cider, pop a cinnamon flavored gummy, and just remember for a moment that even if you’re not in love at the moment, love exists. That even when we don’t have love, there is the possibility of love.”
― Ada Limon

“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!

“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

“Every moment I spent with you is like a dream come true.”
― Piyush

“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

“More beautiful than marrying the
man you love, Rozalka, is the joy of
loving the man you married.”
― Sarah Brazytis, The Reluctant Bride

“World, my valentine.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Aşk Mafia: Armor of The World

“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

“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

“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"

“An appalling double tragedy overshadowed the joy that should have welcomed Alice Lee Roosevelt's entrance to the world on February 12, 1884. The popular, young New York assemblyman Theodore Roosevelt lost both his beautiful wife, Alice Hathaway Lee, and his beloved mother, Martha Bulloch Roosevelt, on Valentine's Day 1884. He gave the infant her mother's name, a wet nurse, a temporary home, and then relegated her to an afterthought. The family turned in upon itself, lost in grief at the sudden and unexpected deaths, too heartbroken to celebrate Alice's birth. It was the last time anything would eclipse Alice Roosevelt.”
― Stacy A. Cordery, Alice: Alice Roosevelt Longworth, from White House Princess to Washington Power Broker

“If you were not so gentle,
If you were hard to please,
If you were never patient
And always ill at ease,

If you were far from humble,
If you could not forgive,
If all you did was grumble
And curse the life you live,

If you were irreligious,
If you were not composed,
If you were quite ignoble,
If you had not proposed,

If you were daft as killdeer,
If you were less than kind,
If you were proud and pushy,
I’d pay you little mind.
And never would I ever
Call you Valentine.

But you are kind and gentle,
So patiently at ease.
You’re gracious, sweet, and humble.
Not ever hard to please.

You evince faith and service;
They dictate how you live.
Good will along with mercy
Allow you to forgive.

Despite the trials and heartaches,
You count your blessings all.
Despite the miles between us,
Persistently you call.

The gestures of affection.
The compliments so kind.
The selfless acts of service
Endear you in my mind.
And that, my dear, is why I
Call you Valentine.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, A Heart Made of Tissue Paper

“Cheers,” he muttered, knocking his cup against hers. “This Valentine’s Day punch is awful. Who the fuck made it?”

“Moses did.” Reed sighed. “I think he was trying to poison us.”

“His mission was successful.” Ashford frowned into his cup. “Where are our problem children anyway?”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“Who’s your friend writing to?” Kilian asked. “She’s covered both sides of the paper.” I

sobel laughed. “You.”

“Me?” He touched his chest, turning backwards to face her as he pushed open the door with his shoulder. “How touching. And unsurprising.”
― Jane Washington, Plier

“it’s a day to celebrate love.” “Love?” he asked, then straightened up. “Isn’t it?” I wanted to see his face, his expressions, but I couldn’t, and I waited, breathlessly for his words in the dark. “Are you still talking about Valentine’s Day?” he asked. “No,” I said. “You love me?” “Of course I love you,” I said. “As more than a friend?” “I just kissed you, Jack.” “I kissed you.”
― Kasie West, Lonely Hearts Day

“So you really think these all represent different holiday lands?" he asked, pulling open the door with the large bird on it. "What do you think this one could be?"
"A holiday to honor turkeys?" Sally guessed. Though somehow that didn't sound quite right.
"Maybe," Jack mused. "But why would anyone want to honor a turkey? They're such dumb birds. Really, the only good thing to do is eat them." He closed the door, then headed over to the tree with the heart on it. "This one's probably Dissection Town," he decided. "They spend all year long harvesting organs, and one day a year they gather together to eat them."
Sally made a face. "Or maybe it's Love Town?" she suggested. "And their holiday is filled with lots of romantic proclamations?"
Jack looked disappointed by this idea. He moved on to the tree with the four-leafed plant. "Garden Town," he pronounced. "They're completely vegetarian. And they hate turkeys with a passion.”
― Mari Mancusi, Sally's Lament

“Did you seriously have my hotel room filled with hundreds of flowers and get the staff to spell out "Will you be my Valentine?" in sour candy on the bed?"
"If you like it, it was me. If not, I have no idea who it was, but I'm going to have words with them about coming onto my girlfriend.”
― Sophie Snow, Naughty or Nice

“Mister Pope continued, “Now there are cliffs on both coasts. There’s an ocean on either coast. I mean, you are a bird. You aren’t the smartest creature on earth. Now, you, silly bird, find yourself the only bird like you on the west coast. No Valentine’s Day for you.”
Hands went up.
“How did it get here?” Sidney Tucker asked from behind her oversized glasses.
“No one knows,” Mister Pope smiled.
“How come no one knows,” Kevin Abbott asked.
“Well, there are a bunch of theories, but no one can be certain,” Mister Pope said.
“So, there’s only one of these birds on the west coast right now,” Wendy Henderson asked.”

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JUST ONE MO
Mark T. Sneed
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