FabulousLoveQuotesnoreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)Thu, 19 Dec 2024 09:00:09 +0530Blogger http://www.blogger.com22125http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/en-usnonoreply@blogger.com<link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-can-love-in-my-soul-be-compared-to_26.html</link><category>Sad Love</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 21:03:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-1061065098109301159</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self?<br />What can this symbiosis between two souls can be?<br />What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings?<br />What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love?<br />But what can love be in other transcendental realities? What about our souls?<br />Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel? Are our souls a mere mood of a fairy or a lightening in a summer rain?<br />Our souls could be all of this and much more. But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts? That the air in the room is unbreathable, that the sentimental, spiritual or physical distances kill us? What happens when dawn find us sadder than ever, looking for an excuse or an argument for the person we love so much, our Great Love? What are all thses? What are the looks lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?<br /><br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-endowing-us-with-memory-nature-has.html</link><category>Break Up</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 21:01:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-3536080037179755612</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">In endowing us with memory, nature has revealed to us a truth utterly unimaginable to the unreflective creation, the truth of immortality....The most ideal human passion is love, which is also the most absolute and animal and one of the most ephemeral.<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-is-smoke-made-with-fume-of-sighs.html</link><category>Break Up</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:58:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-6168487401593900721</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.<br /><br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-needed-most-was-to-love-and-to_26.html</link><category>Break Up</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:57:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-4495058371093152923</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-all-little-weird-and-lifes.html</link><category>Sad Love</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:56:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-4302704318682463622</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-love-something-let-it-go.html</link><category>Sad Love</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:56:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-8592059942391827665</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it dosent, then it was never meant to be.<br /><br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/find-guy-who-calls-you-beautiful.html</link><category>All Love Quotes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:55:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-3019741543774382874</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her...<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-we-grow-older-together-as-we.html</link><category>All Love Quotes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 20:51:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-8875772108354190139</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">As we grow older together, As we continue to change with age, There is one thing that will never change. . . I will always keep falling in love with you.<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-believe-that-everything-happens-for.html</link><category>Break Up</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 13:02:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-7539360182782014869</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.<br /><br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-needed-most-was-to-love-and-to_2908.html</link><category>Break Up</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 12:57:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-2275053542268811657</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-is-as-much-of-object-as-obsession.html</link><category>Break Up</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 12:56:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-3126406445062193104</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.<br /><br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-needed-most-was-to-love-and-to_25.html</link><category>Sad Love</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 12:55:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-3043267669899452989</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.<br /><br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-wildly-misunderstood-although.html</link><category>Sad Love</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 12:53:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-5959429175175350393</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-needed-most-was-to-love-and-to.html</link><category>Sad Love</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 12:50:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-1610382618237930738</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-we-think-about-it-sing-about-it.html</link><category>All Love Quotes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 12:50:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-4760086459282956361</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">LOVE: We think about it, Sing about it, Dream about it &amp;&amp; Loose sleep worrying about it. When we don't know we have it, we search for it. When we discover it, we don't know what to do with it. When we have it, we fear loosing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we don't know which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define &amp;&amp; IMPOSSIBLE to live without.<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/wise-girl-kisses-but-doesnt-love.html</link><category>All Love Quotes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 12:45:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-6270872530029937280</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesnt believe, and leaves before she is left.<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends-will-keep-you-sane-love-could.html</link><category>All Love Quotes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 12:44:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-537828382602313648</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate.<br /><br />By Anonymous</div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-can-love-in-my-soul-be-compared-to.html</link><category>All Love Quotes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 12:43:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-421103604583810803</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">What can the love in my soul be compared to another wonderful soul which is so far and yet so close of my self?<br />What can this symbiosis between two souls can be?<br />What can love be when you feel you cannot sleep at night, that every drop of dew becomes a crystal in your heart, when every breeze of wind has magical meanings?<br />What can love be when you feel that you want nothing more in this world that to be with the soul you love?<br />But what can love be in other transcendental realities? What about our souls?<br />Are our souls a waterfall, a true Niagara or a smile, a flirt of an angel? Are our souls a mere mood of a fairy or a lightening in a summer rain?<br />Our souls could be all of this and much more. But what really happens in that transcendental reality when we feel we are truly in love, that we love so much that it hurts? That the air in the room is unbreathable, that the sentimental, spiritual or physical distances kill us? What happens when dawn find us sadder than ever, looking for an excuse or an argument for the person we love so much, our Great Love? What are all thses? What are the looks lost in the desert horizons of unfulfilment or those in the eyes that deeply loose each other in the others inside the souls?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">By Nitesh<br /></div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-being-in-my-arms-heart-by-heart.html</link><category>All Love Quotes</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 12:32:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-7602819798867353097</guid><description><div style="text-align: center;">You being in my arms, heart by heart feels like our love would never end.<br /><br />By Anonymous<br /></div></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Submit Quotehttp://fabulouslovequotes.blogspot.com/2009/03/submit-quote.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Nitesh Bhatia)Wed, 25 Mar 2009 10:42:00 +0530tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1228068100952527379.post-4201040178261123815<form method="post" action="http://www.emailmeform.com/fid.php?formid=266438" enctype="multipart/form-data" charset="UTF-8"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Quote</span><br /><br /><textarea name="FieldData0" cols="40" rows="7"></textarea><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Author Name</span><br /><br /><input name="FieldData1" value="" maxlength="100" type="text" style="font-size:40;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Your Name</span><br /><br /><input name="FieldData2" value="" maxlength="100" type="text" style="font-size:40;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Email</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 20px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:Arial;font-size:14;" >(We won't spam you. 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