Cupid S Arrow Quotes

“Falling in love can be likened to someone, falling from a high building. The possible result will be unconsciousness if not death. Take it that, anybody that falls in love is either unconscious or dead.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“After centuries of promoting romance, Kordelia finally became the receiver to the very arrow of love, that she was once the archer to.”
― Kristina Stangl, Cupid's Serenade

“Much to her dismay, Kordelia finally began to sympathize with her past love matches. So, these intense and troubling emotions are what it felt like to be on the receiving end of an arrow. Except this time, it backfired. Alas, cupid blindly shot a blank arrow up into the air and miraculously, it landed straight through her own heart! One way or another, fate cursed the great archer, herself!”
― Kristina Stangl, Cupid's Serenade

“He had never met a girl who shot an arrow straighter than Cupid did”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, The Rise of Shams

“It has been long since thinking humanity has learnt that love is a majestic creation of the brain, yet that knowledge hasn’t made love be deemed any less glorious. Then why should it threaten the religious believer to learn that divinity as well is a natural creation of the brain!”
― Abhijit Naskar, Neurons of Jesus: Mind of A Teacher, Spouse & Thinker

“She was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. She was fair skinned and golden haired, full-blood Italian. The air was suddenly filled with banana leaves. We started talking and my head started to spin. Cupid’s arrow had whistled past my ears before, but this time it hit me in the heart and the weight of it dragged me overboard.”
― Bob Dylan, Chronicles, Volume One

“Night's Pleasure Veil by Stewart Stafford

A kiss, that beauteous wound,
Struck by love's yielding blade,
Feel the arrow's welcome strike,
As we roam in life's ecstatic glade.

Memories momentarily wiped,
As the lover's lips become parted,
Then at sea again in sensory squalls,
Where passion's spark first started.

A stranger interrupts adoration's swell,
Desire's mask of reality swiftly donned,
Vows to reunify in night's pleasure veil,
Longing looks, and the flames are gone.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“With a tug, I pulled Len off his knees, wrapped my arms around him, and
hugged him close. Behind his back, I flashed a middle finger of defiance I hoped
Cupid saw high up on Mount Olympus.

Fuck soul mates. Fuck Grayson. Fuck Cupid.

I was keeping the ring.”
― Jenn Windrow, Struck By Eros

“Now you know that the fascinating phenomenon of love has nothing to do with the supernatural entity known as Cupid, but everything to do with neurochemistry. Likewise, divinity is a cerebral creation, not a supernatural one. And it has been long since thinking humanity has learnt that love is a majestic creation of the brain, yet that knowledge hasn’t made love be deemed any less glorious. Then why should it threaten the religious believer to learn that divinity as well is a natural creation of the brain!”
― Abhijit Naskar, Neurons of Jesus: Mind of A Teacher, Spouse & Thinker

“Looks like we’ve both been struck by Cupid’s arrow.

Struck? I laugh.

How about stabbed?”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, Wicked Truths

“Len’s arm brushed against mine. I pulled the cream and gold comforter over
my shoulders and cuddled closer, wishing I could stay in bed all day and snuggle.
But Cupid’s minions didn’t get sick days or holidays or time off for good behavior.
Instead, I got a demanding boss, no pay, and chained to a man-whore till death do
us part.

I’d complain, but I didn’t think Cupid’s minions had a union.”
― Jenn Windrow, Struck By Eros

“Hello to you too, sunshine.”

Pulling a book out of my bag, I cracked it open and settled into my time-toignore-
Grayson pose. A pose that took me weeks to perfect. “Let’s not pretend we
enjoy each other’s company.”

“Don’t you get sick of always being…” He waved his hand back and forth in
my direction like a conductor guiding an orchestra. “You?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that if the stick in your ass got any higher we could hang a flag over your
head and declare you your own state.”
― Jenn Windrow, Struck By Eros