Valentines Day Quotes (91 quotes) (2024)

“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

“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

“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!

“World is My Valentine (The Sonnet)

My first and foremost love is society,
Romance 'n things are second priority.
My love seeks not to be loved in return,
In fact, my love thrives in cold nonreciprocity.
Mine is not to reason why, mine is to love and die,
There's no greater love than that of a one-sided lover.
The world is to me what Julia was to Saint Valentine,
And what the impoverished were to Nicholas Santa.
A world anemic in love needs a day to celebrate love,
I am a lover eternal, for me every day is valentine's day.
The world is my valentine, as such it is under my care,
It's my duty to protect it from Claudius' mischievous play.
I shall stop breathing before I break this pledge of mine.
There's no greater power than the pledge of a lover divine.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables

“[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

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

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

“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 f*ck 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