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A bachelor lives like a king and dies like a beggar.
Acquaintance; companion;
One dear brilliant woman;
The best-endowed, the elect,
All by their youth undone,
All, all, by that inhuman
Bitter glory wrecked.
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
the ethereal, fine-nerved, sensitive girl, quite unfitted by temperament and instinct to fulfil the conditions of the matrimonial relation with Phillotson, possibly with scarce any man ...
I will be your neighbour, your nurse, your housekeeper. I find you lonely: I will be your companion
to read to you, to walk with you, to sit with you, to wait on you, to be eyes and hands to you. Cease to look so melancholy, my dear master; you shall not be left desolate, so long as I live.
Tis not the robe or garment I affect; For who would marry with a suit of clothes?
There is not on earth so base a knave as the man who wins the love of a woman when he knows that he cannot or ought not to requite it.
Reader, I married him.
Lover of love. I adore love letters, and professions of love, and true, heartfelt moments when two people know they're meant for each other.
I'm to be married."
"To whom?"
"I haven't yet chosen him. Never fear, I'll be sure to notify him before the wedding. Naturally.
I am an aphrodisiac.
Ally." Peeta says the words slowly, tasting it. "Friend. Lover. Victor. Enemy. Fiancee. Target. Mutt. Neighbor. Hunter. Tribute. Ally. I'll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out. The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up.
I, who called love my hope for love.
Man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. However little known
I don't know. Lover? The guy who's in love with you. Whatever you want to call me, I suck at it.
You've got to be a good date for the reader.
We often choose a friend as we do a mistress - for no particular excellence in themselves, but merely from some circumstance that flatters our self-love.
Chooses with the men who seem to her agreeable, without being entered on the tablets of gossip. Certain coquettish women are capable of following a plan of this kind for seven years in order to gratify their fancies
Reader, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present.
The man who falls in love chill find plenty of occupation.
My best chosen friend, companion, guide, to walk through life, Linked hand-in-hand, two equal, loving friends, true husband and true wife.
When a man has seen the woman whom he would have chosen if he had intended to marry speedily, his remaining a bachelor will usually depend on her resolution rather than on his.
Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus."
"That airhead?" Favonius snorted. "No, of course not."
"He means Eros." Nico's voice turned edgy. "Cupid, in Latin."
Favonius smiled. "Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time.
I'm a pleaser, Melony. I'm a woo-er. I'm a romantic who knows how to fuck you senseless.
Reader, I'd marry her.
As i was beginning to understand, this kind of love was foreign ground to him. I may add that he never did, as far as I know, accept a suitor ... Sometimes indeed I asked myself whether he lacked the capacity for loving men at all; but I liked him too well to offend him by such a question.
Gentleman. A man who buys two of the same morning paper from the doorman of his favorite nightclub when he leaves with his girl.
There comes a time in the seeker's life when he discovers that he is at once the lover and the beloved.
crocogator." She
Someone who lives alone, I thought. You end up becoming what you see in the eyes of those you love.
A bachelor is only half a man
I wonder who you'll marry now, Esther.
It is you I foreknew and have predestined for such a time as this. Just as My heart has so eagerly chosen you, William Ore, you must also choose me.
I am your wife if you will marry me.
If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow
You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
The lover seeks in marriage his private felicity and perfection, with no prospective end; and nature hides in his happiness her own ends, namely, progeny, or the perpetuity of the race.
One who knows more, loves more.
One of those unfortunate women who did not find nice men interesting. She found undesirables desirable. She sought out unpleasant boyfriends, then complained about them as though the government had allocated them to her.
Wanted, a man "who, no stunted ascetic, is full of life and fire, but whose passions are trained to heed a strong will, the servant of a tender conscience; who has learned to love all beauty, whether of nature or of art, to hate all vileness, and to respect others as himself.
A precocious mistress of the long look, the sustained smile, the private voice and the delicate touch, devices of generations
There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.
When I was born, I was betrothed to the prince in the Immortal court. I am an Elder, a Keeper if you want to be completely accurate.
Reason, however able, cool at best, Cares not for service, or but serves when prest, Stays till we call, and then not often near.
Tomorrow,"he ground out, "you'll be my wife."
Her eyes blinked in agreement.
"But tonight, I'll make you my mate."
~Dante
Basically, I'm a romantic.
A companion," he whispered against her mouth. "A lover." He nibbled at her bottom lip, and his hand slid from her nape to cup the back of her head. "A beloved wife.
Bride: A woman with a fine prospect of happiness behind her.
A tall, dark, cold eyed, warm lipped, firm chinned, young man of thirty
I'm a bachelor in the old sense of the word, meaning I flirt, I have very many close relationships, but then I come home and like to read my book.
I am a student of love.
The business of courtship is like a tango: absurd and pure embellishment.
A poore beauty finds more lovers then husbands.
The one who can make full sense of love and lives within its narrow expections undresses no weeping face.
I was supposed to be a romancer, either wooing the leading lady or competing with the leading man for her.
Messenger of sympathy and love, Servant of parted friends, Consoler of the lonely, Bond of the scattered family, Enlarger of the common life.
Every spendthrift passion has its attendant courtiers.
The pleasures and the cares of the luckiest ambition, even of limitless power, are nothing next to the intimate happiness that tenderness and love give. I am man before being a prince, and when I have the good fortune to be in love, my mistress addresses a man and not a prince.
Desperation glares in all Men, but it burns as a beacon when it takes a King for tinder. A
She has assisted at more than one Birth, has endur'd a hard-drinking and quarrelsome troop of Men-Folk, - who is this unfamily'd man in a Frock to call her child?
Men marry what they need. I marry you.
The longing for a destiny is no nowhere stronger than in our romantic life. All too often forced to share our bed with those who cannot fathom our soul, can we not be forgiven if we believe ourselves fated to stumble one day upon the man or woman of our dreams.
What restless woman can resist a man with a shovel in one hand and a glowing rose bush in the other, and a moderately crazed glitter in his eyes that might be mistaken for love?
A sharp character - no youth as I feared - a Faubourg Marigny type, Mediterranean, big-nosed, lumpy-jawed, a single stitched-in wrinkle over his eyebrows from just above which there springs up a great pompadour of wiry bronze hair. His face aches with it. He has no use for me at all.
What an unappealing responsibility that is to lumber any prospective lover with: the need to be a saviour, not simply an equal partner.
My wife." "By what name is she called, Kincaid?" "Mine.
Describe-the-sort-of-man-you-find-attractive-and-I'll-affect-the-demeanor-of-that-sort-of-man
Romantic Egoist
Besides, love is just one among many mysteries that logic alone cannot explain.
Temperamentally unfitted for romance
Husband?"
"Aye. Husband."
"The slow-witted one that's been following you? I thought he
was your servant.
Give me that man that is not passion's slave, and I will wear him in my heart's core, in my heart of heart, as I do thee.
The companion of an evening, and the companion for life, require very different qualifications.
I am the one whose love
overcomes you, already with you
when you think to call my name.
Now the evening is beginning and I will discover a human being to court or to be courted by, an adventure with caprice and desire, and while gambling I might find love.
Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.
Who will be my equal?
Lover? se asks, her voice reminding me of someone human.
Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the Lord.
To the bachelor, the language of women is mystery. In those matters, a married man is already a scholar
Sinclair, your love is attracted to me. Once it begins to attract me, i will come. I will not make a gift of myself, I must be won.
Every man in the time of courtship and in the first entrance of marriage, puts on a behavior like my correspondent's holiday suit.
people, the kind of man who
A romantic striving for an impossible ideal.
Blinded as they are to their true character by self-love, every man is his own first and chiefest flatterer, prepared, therefore, to welcome the flatterer from the outside, who only comes confirming the verdict of the flatterer within.
Who is so firm that can't be seduced?
I've had two proposals since I've been a widow. I am a wonderful catch, you know. I have a lot of money.
Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
I was my own woman.
The next step was to find the proper sort of man.
In the spring of 1936, I was introduced by friends to Jean Tatlock. In the autumn, I began to court her. We were at least twice close enough to marriage to think of ourselves as engaged.
What is a woman that you forsake her
And the hearth fire and the home acre
To go with that old grey widow-maker?
An old maid, that's what I'm to be. A literary spinster, with a pen for a spouse, a family of stories for children, and twenty years hence a morsel of fame, perhaps ...
Son of God Son of man Bridegroom a sure foundation a faithful friend Healer hope Truth King of kings and Lord of lords the Great I AM
A friend of mine, a friend of yours. My better half, Richard Stephen Sambora
He who would have fine guests, let him have a fine wife.
A lady I will be, but a man's accessory, his handbag, no thank you. I will not be someone's ornament. I will not just be someone's honey, baby, sweetheart.
In three weeks my betrothed is coming here, to the castle. But Rose, I can't marry her. I tried to believe that I could love her, and I'm sure I could have had I not met you. But knowing you, Rose, loving you as I do, I can't possibly marry someone else. So I came up with a plan.
A man of refined taste and judgment.
Mistress: Something between a mister and a mattress.
I need someone whose mind falls like a chopper on a block; to whom the pitch of absurdity is sublime, and a shoestring adorable. To whom can I expose the urgency of my own passion?
What sort of man would you choose for yourself, Liadan?, he asked me.
One who is trustworthy, and true to himself, I answered straightaway. One who speaks his mind without fear. One who can be a friend as well as a husband. I would be contented with that.
A man who marries his mistress leaves a vacancy in that position.
I present myself to you in a form suitable to the relationship I wish to achieve to you.