Valentines Cute Quotes

The first time I heard you laugh, I only wanted to say funny things so you would always be laughing. You know what happens to chocolate when you leave it out in the sun? I’m that unfortunate chocolate and you, you are the laughing sun. For this reason, I am offering myself to you not as a martyr or some selfless fool, but as a self-indulgent moth who actively pursues the light without much fear for the flame. The moth who revels in the heat and declares: Burn me.

I don’t have a boyfriend.” “Good thing. I’d hate to have to hop a plane at this time of night just to kick his ass for messing around with my girl.” I smile and chew on my bottom lip. His forwardness is kind of cute. “I’m not your girl, Noel.” “Not yet, but soon,” he says.

In a society that is essentially designed to organize, direct, and gratify mass impulses, what is there to minister to the silent zones of man as an individual? Religion? Art? Nature? No, the church has turned religion into standardized public spectacle, and the museum has done the same for art. The Grand Canyon and Niagara Falls have been looked at so much that they've become effete, sucked empty by too many stupid eyes. What is there to minister to the silent zones of man as an individual? How about a cold chicken bone on a paper plate at midnight, how about a lurid lipstick lengthening or shortening at your command, how about a Styrofoam nest abandoned by a 'bird' you've never known, how about a pair of windshield wipers pursuing one another futilely while you drive home alone through a downpour, how about something beneath a seat touched by your shoe at the movies, how about worn pencils, cute forks, fat little radios, boxes of bow ties, and bubbles on the side of a bathtub? Yes, these are the things, these kite strings and olive oil cans and Valentine hearts stuffed with nougat, that form the bond between the autistic vision and the experiential world, it is to show these things in their true mysterious light that is the purpose of the moon.

There are people everywhere. Lindsay wants to be sick, it's like he can feel all their eyes on him, but he does it anyway and when he finally moves away a good minute later Valentine seems to have turned from himself into a silly bashful schoolgirl, blushing and smiling and not quite looking up. "Oh," he says, like that explains everything. "Yeah." "Thank you." "That's a shit thing to say when somebody's just ripped all his principles in half to make you feel better." "Thank you very much?" "You're welcome.

I’m not interested in hearing your explanation that’s designed solely to make you feel better.

He didn’t understand that her compulsions were not cute, that they consumed her.

What was that? Valentine's Day? Her heart gave a little skip at the thought, she had never spent it in a romantic way before, usually the day meant sending and receiving cute Cupid cards and heart shaped sugar candies, but it was all in a platonic celebration of friendship. This time, it would not be like that, it would be ... special.

This hypothetical person I have never met who didn’t want to threaten a tarantula should stop moving their hand around,” Yuri said urgently. “But…it’s…touching…meeeeee.

There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your Soul You will see Magic over here Did I just now hear a beautiful symphony over here ? Or is it just your soothing words murmuring in my ear? Is it the cute mynah bird on my shoulder? Or is it your soft head nestling that I feel so tender? There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your Soul You will see Magic over here... Did I just now hear the nightingale sing around here? Or is it the breeze whispering softly to the trees near? Is that you giggling away to glory? Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story? There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your Soul You will see Magic over here..

Are we still going to be emailing each other from the same couch on Valentine’s Day in fifty years?

I hope you have a good idea, because right now I’m sitting here, alone in my bakery with the woman of my dreams on Valentine’s Day, with a box full of pastries that I saved for her in the hope that she would come in today and they’d be waiting—

He made me feel like I had been a sleeping princess under a spell, and his kiss was waking me up.

This wasn’t how I wanted to tell you. I’m Princess Ilaria of Monterra. King Dominic is my cousin.

I’m His Royal Highness, Prince Callum of Doune.

You are a vision,” he said. “Too beautiful to be real.

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he had me pushed up against a brick wall, his mouth hot on my throat,

Would it be all right with you if I kissed you?

He was attracted to me, I was attracted to him, we wanted to spend the day together in Rome, getting to know one another, taking advantage of our strange but serendipitous meeting.

I hadn’t known a kiss could be tender, sweet, fiery, and explosive all at the same time. He was exquisitely slow and thorough. Like he was committing it all to memory so that he wouldn’t ever forget what it had been like to kiss me.

My heart was like a butterfly trapped in my chest, beating hard and fast.

Hi. I was tasked with putting a Valentine’s Day card on my brother’s girlfriend’s car yesterday, and I guess I got the wrong car? I’m sorry. I understand there was a coupon in there that nobody should ever have had to lay eyes on. I hope I didn’t cause any problems with you and your S/O. —The worst wingman ever (Obviously)

Obviously, she would be stuck inside of her favorite bakery, with no baked goods and the baker who hated her, right after a massive earthquake, on Valentine’s Day. Just her luck.

Some girl would be on YouTube three years from now, doing her makeup while she covered the chilling Valentine’s Day death of a local single Burbank nurse, who died because she didn’t have a boyfriend to walk her to her car. No, thank you. Kill me tomorrow.

I was not getting unalived on Valentine’s Day, on principle. Some girl would be on YouTube three years from now, doing her makeup while she covered the chilling Valentine’s Day death of a local single Burbank nurse, who died because she didn’t have a boyfriend to walk her to her car. No, thank you. Kill me tomorrow.

I was not getting unalived on Valentine’s Day, on principle.

I let out a sigh. “This wasn’t how I wanted to tell you. I’m Princess Ilaria of Monterra. King Dominic is my cousin.

Another long pause before he finally answered, “I’m His Royal Highness, Prince Callum of Doune.

I’ve been waiting a long time to meet someone like you. I don’t want to wait any longer for the rest of my life to begin,” I confessed.

No. We first met fifteen years ago. When the crown princess of Sweden got married. I was eleven, you were ten.

Although I did spend one year studying abroad at UW–Madison in Wisconsin. I made a good friend there, also named Callum. Callum Sundberg.” He glanced at his phone. “I usually hear from him today. He has a habit of reaching out to friends on Valentine’s Day.

Callum sweetly pressed his lips to mine. “I’ll always come for you. You’re my princess. It’s my duty to wake you with a kiss every morning. It’s required that I make certain you have your fairy-tale ending.” This was what I’d been waiting for. A man willing to fight for me, to stand by my side, to accept all of me.

When I got back to my flat, I rang my parents and told them everything that had happened.

And even as the words “I promise I won’t” flow from my lips, I know I’m lying. Thank God it happened on Valentine’s Day, because the second I get home, I’m going to email C and tell him all about this.

When you smile, my dimples show.

You dinnae ken what you’re agreeing to.