Leo Woman and Sagittarius Man Compatibility From Linda Goodman’s Love Signs

Leo Woman and Sagittarius Man Compatibility

Linda Goodman is renowned best selling astrologer who has written books on Astrology and in depth knowledge of Signs, which has redefined the way of Astrology.

This post is based on Linda Goodman’s Book “A NEW APPROACH TO THE HUMAN HEART LINDA GOODMAN’S LOVE SIGNS” for the Love Compatibility of Leo woman with Sagittarius man.

“I shall have such fun,” said Peter, with one eye on Wendy.
“It will be rather lonely in the evening,” she said, “sitting
by the fire.”
“I shall have Tink.”
“Tink can’t go a twentieth of the way ’round,” she
reminded him, a little tartly. 

Well, now, look here, Archer, I’m going to give you some unsolicited and probably unwelcome, but nevertheless sound astrological advice. Stuff your teasing,taunting arrows back in your – well, back wherever they came from – and stop trying to win this woman’s love by futile attempts to jar her jealous nature. It’s sheer folly, no less, to deliberately arouse the fury of a Lioness. As for making her jealous, you couldn’t possibly choose a worse way to warm her heart  and have your way with her. Your rather clumsy, albeit charming practical jokes won’t get you far either. Nor will teasing her, as though she’s your kid sister, and you’re her incorrigible, but lovable and protective big brother. She knows you’re incorrigible. She also knows you’re lovable (that’s what frustrates her). And she does not need or want to be protected.

Royalty does not need protection. Royalty gives protection. She’s not your kid sister, and you’re not her big brother. Your relationship is different, and you’re perfectly aware of that. So stop playing the role of innocence. You may be unbelievably naive (another thing that makes you lovable) but you are also wise and  hilosophical, qualities you gained from having your innocence dented a thousand times, tinging it with a touch of skepticism, but hardly tarnishing at all your naivete. It’s this duality in your nature (you are a dual or double Sun Sign you know, half Horse, half Human) that attracted her in the beginning to your little boy grin, your clown antics and your air of the wise sage, all rolled up into a bouncing ball of independence and generosity. She was utterly fascinated by it. Study your astrology. Or at the very least, go to the library and read up on the feline habits of the Big Cats of the jungle pride, if you want to know how to make this Leo lady purr for you. Continue to stick your foot in your mouth, continue to torment her into a raging Lioness, and instead of purring, she may show her Pussycat claws, from which you could suffer some major emotional scratches that will scar your ego more painfully than you may guess – and forget about how good you are at guessing games. You won’t be able to guess what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a Leo’s outraged pride until you’re there. And then you’d better believe you’ll wish you were somewhere else. If you really love her, that is. And you do.

(You can fool her, but you can’t fool an astrologer.) You really love her because you’re both influenced and guided by the fortunate and beneficent 5-9 Sun Sign Pattern vibration. Not every Archer and Lioness benefit from the trined Suns of Leo and Sagittarius, of course. (I’ll be explaining why in the beginning of the next section of this chapter, so we won’t take time to go into it here.) But a great many Centaurs and Lionesses do benefit beautifully from the 5-9 vibes, and the two of you are doubtless among them, or you wouldn’t even be reading this chapter. You’d be out somewhere with your Jupiter bow, aiming your enthusiasms in all directions at once, scattering original ideas like glittering Stardust all over the stodgies and stuffies in the world, traveling around the globe (or in your own head) in search of an honest man or woman, like Diogenes, but without his lantern – someone other than a child you can count on not to be hypocritical. That’s why you’re so good with children, and they love you back so much. You respect their honesty and integrity, their naivete and faith, that match your own. You understand them, as they understand you. Still, lovely as children are, with their caroling laughter and the ribbons of magic in their eyes, there comes a time when you’d like to be able to equally share yourself with someone your own size, to be able to equally respect and admire an adult, who could communicate with you and puzzle with you over all sorts of things children haven’t yet begun to worry about (if only they could remain in such a blissful state) but that worry you constantly.

You need to exchange ideas with a peer you can depend on to be truthful, and not phony maybe play a few games more complex than kick-the-can or Frisbee. So now you’ve found someone who’s delightfully designed to fit all those needs of yours. She’s noble and loyal and – not quite so capable of total self-honesty as yourself, perhaps – but certainly not deceptive. She likes to play games too. And she’s good at them. Whether it’s tennis, mental chess, Monopoly, bridge or softball, she’s capable of winning, and that makes her a more exciting partner. You always enjoy games more with an opponent who makes you work harder to be victorious, and at last you’ve found your match. This one can even beat your jogging time if she takes a lazy, languid notion to do so. Your stop watch will get a work-out. So .. now that you have her, what are you going to do with this royal prize? Yes, true, sometimes she behaves more like a royal pain in your Horse half than a royal prize. But she is very, very special. Womanhood in full bloom. The first thing you should do with her is stop treating her like your baby sister. And stop all those things astrology has just given you a Zen clip in the jaw (figuratively) for doing. Sagittarians are extremely lucky, thanks to Jupiter’s huge good fortune (when Jupiter’s in the mood to grant it) but causing the proud Lioness to fall in love with you may be the most gigantic rainbow of luck of them all. You know what happens to gamblers in Vegas. They win – then they lose every dollar, by betting against themselves. Now that you’ve won a Leo girl, don’t bet against your love by seeing how far you can press your luck with her. Because the truth of the matter is, she can outdistance Tink, or any other lady you might have in mind.

As she said, Tink can’t go a twentieth of the way ’round, and the Lioness can circle any race track in double time before other women have made the first quarter-mile. In any way you want to take it, that’s true. She not Wonder Woman, but she comes closer to being a female fit to be Superman’s mate than most of the other girls, ladies, or whatever, in your past.


A Leo woman is as sleek and graceful as any thoroughbred horse who ever won the Kentucky Derby. She’s playful and warm and sunny – she’s generous, wise and sensible. She also possesses a very sensitive ego, an uncommon amount of pride (some of it false pride, some genuine) and she can be more than a little supercilious, arrogant and demanding. The word, if we must be plainspoken, and I suppose we must with Sag, is: spoiled. All Monarchs are spoiled. She is, remember, the Queen of the jungle pride – and of all she surveys. (In her own slightly self-centered mind, she is.) It would pay the Archer to be always aware of this when she’s surveying him – trying to decide if he’s worthy of being her Prince Consort. The Lioness may need a respectful astrological scolding too.

She tends to expect too much of the man who loves her, unconsciously tossing him royal challenges no mere mortal could fulfill. The Sagittarian man is brave and courageous, probably closer to being truly fearless than any of the other Sun Signs (including Leos, who wrap their fears in velvet and ermine confidence, so they won’t show). He’ll try very hard to bring her rubies and emeralds, whether real ones from Tiffany’s or the more valuable gems of his sparkling honesty. He’ll conquer armies of problems for her, be her successful explorer of new worlds and ideas, play an Academy Award performance of Essex to her Elizabeth, Columbus to her Isabella – demonstrate his loyalty and intelligence while he’s proving to her that he possesses a crusading zeal and a Holy Grail kind of faith worthy of Arthur and Launcelot themselves. But the one gift he may have trouble giving her is groveling worship.

This man is simply unable to prostrate himself at anyone’s feet, in the traditional attitude of reverence and awe (in court, in the Vatican or anywhere else, including the den, kitchen – and especially the bedroom). He’ll gladly give her the respect of an absolute equal (and some men wouldn’t do that, you know). He won’t look down on her, but neither will he look up to her. He’ll treat her neither as his inferior nor his superior, but with the same devoted affection, warmth, passionate loyalty and tenderness he bestows upon his dog or his horse. (The Leo lady shouldn’t sniff contemptuously; this man adores animals with more fervor and real emotion than a whole lot of people treat other people.) And so, she’ll receive all these priceless gifts from her merry, twinkly-eyed court jester, her searching soldier of fortune – but worship, in its true sense, may be missing. And never mind that Sag is Mutable (most Mutable Signs are docile and humble) because his “Mutability” is considerably tempered and modified by his Fire Element, and by the fact that he was born under a masculine Sun Sign, also ruled by a masculine planet, Jupiter.

“Tempered” is certainly the right word. Because it reminds me to remind her that the Archer has a very quick temper, of the size Jupiter uses to make all patterns – extra large. But his anger, like hers, although easily aroused, is soon replaced (like hers) with a heartfelt regret for his impulsive words, and (like her) he almost never bears a grudge. He’s always magnanimous enough to forgive and forget if he’s met half-way. She’s noticeably slower to forgive and forget an injury, becase she was born under a Fixed Sign, but if he can convince her he’s really sorry, she’ll defrost herself, and benignly grant him another chance, with the innate graciousness and benevolence bred into her nature by her ruling Sun. If all these two had to worry about was their chemical attraction, there wouldn’t be a cloud in their skies. Melting into Oneness with a depth of passion remembered by the heart from a long-ago dream, is one of those grand and glorious gifts showered by the great Jupiter and the powerful Sun upon – not every Leo and Sag – but upon those Lionesses and their Archers who are honestly in love. Their physical expression of body hunger is by turns playful, sensual, fresh, soft and gentle as raindrops, kissed by warm summer breezes – then wild, abandoned and feral, as though they were both lost in a forest primeval. Lovemaking between them can also be a calm and quiet thing of peace and stillness. The only rumble of warning related to their sexual happiness is’ an astrological Beware Sign for the Sagittarian man – who may, as is his customary habit, say something a little too honest and frank to her at the wrong time (the Archer’s sense of timing is seldom the greatest) which will wound her more than he realizes. A wounded Leonine Queen is one of the Sun Sign women who may retreat somewhere alone (like the jungle lioness) in cold, aloof silence, to allow her wounds to heal gradually – during which time she tends to be seriously and sadly sexually frigid.

This man is a clown. This woman is a beautiful Lioness. Together, they create the image of a colorful, exciting circus parade. His clown’s grin, his cartwheels, acrobatic speech and movement – her tawny loveliness and slow, sensual grace, her warm, intelligent eyes, together create an abstract impression of all the Big Top shows you’ve ever thrilled to in breathless excitement as a child. Throw into the imaginary scene some pink balloons, some calliope music (Sag will play the role of the daring man on the flying trapeze trading his clown costume for purple spangled tights easily, because of the Sagittarian duality) and you can see why this relationship often turns out to be The Greatest Show On Earth. (Both Leo and Sag are decidedly dramatic.) She has the theatre in her blood, he has sawdust in his. They’ll have a grand time together, playing the circuit, stopping in all the small towns, but dreaming of Europe and the big challenge. But she must never forget the aching sadness and streaming tears behind the wide, greasepainted grin of all clowns, from Pagliacci to Emmett Kelly, and realize that, while he may pretend to be a Great Explorer, a Brave Lion Tamer, a Knight on a White Horse, a carefree, casual Soldier-of-Fortune .. . all those roles .. . his true identity is Don Quixote. And in the end, he needed the woman he loved to remind him once more that he really did possess the courage to manifest the impossible dream, even though he lost it for a while.


And the Archer should never forget that, once he and his Lioness have loved completely, giving all of themselves to each other, it won’t matter if they quarrel, and he hastily, angrily decides to pack up his bow and quiver of arrows – dashing off to roam the world, leaving her behind. However far he may go, he’ll weep when he finally comprehends that his careless remarks caused his proud and sensitive Leo Lady such pain. And he’ll miss her dreadfully. He’ll remember her sunniness and warmth, her odd blend of trembling intensity and  calm, cool poise. And he’ll remember other things. Because she’ll be sending him a silent, yet eloquent and powerful message, pulsing through the golden cord that binds together all true lovers linked by the 5-9 vibration, even when they’re miles apart. Her whispered message will throb within him some night, in a deep dream, fragrant with the memory of her hair and eyes. Then he’ll leap up from his strange, cold bed, walk to the window, and stare into the velvet blackness, shimmering with tiny, brilliant star diamonds .. . until sunrise. The Sun, too, will remind him .. . of her slow, rising smile at dawn. By then he’ll know it’s time to return home to the pride of his Lioness. There’s no way he can resist the truth of her astral words. No way on this Earth.

close your ears to the sound of my voice
and through the thunder of a thousand cannons
you will hear it calling your name

blind yourself to the light in my eyes
and through the blackness of eternal night
you will feel them piercing your soul

insulate your body against my hands
and through blocks of ice
it will tremble in response to my touch

turn your cheek away from my breath
and through layers of rock
you will feel it hot against your lips
                                                     and musty
like jungle grass*


*From Venus Trines at Midnight.

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