Quotes
Quotes about Love
What an enormous magnifier is tradition! How a thing grows in the human memory and in the human imagination, when love, worship, and all that lies in the human heart, is there to encourage it.
I had always loved beautiful and artistic things, though before leaving America I had had a very little chance of seeing any.
I love to travel, But hate to arrive.
This principle is old, but true as fate, Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
For while the treason I detest, The traitor still I love.
He [Caesar] loved the treason, but hated the traitor.
I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. . . . . Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
I think that I shall never scan A tree as lovely as a man. . . . . A tree depicts divinest plan, But God himself lives in a man.
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
It is better to be trusted than to be loved.
Love all, trust a few. Do wrong to none.
Love God and trust your feelings. Be loyal to them. Don't betray them.
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love--and to put its trust in life.
To be trusted is a greater complement than to be loved.
How sweet the words of Truth, breath'd from the lips of Love.
The truth is cruel, but it can be loved and it makes free those who have loved it.
Craft must have clothes, but truth loves to go naked.
Like the sun, truth is self luminescent. It is reality, self evident, needing no external defense. It is immediately recognized by resonant hearts. It can be hidden for a short time by clouds or by imprisoning others indoors.. but inevitably truth conquers all, as does love. God whose name is Truth whose name is Love is ending the violence in the world now.
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant. -Martin Luther King.
Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till--'tis gone--and all is gray.
How lovely are the portals of the night, When stars come out to watch the daylight die.
Our lady of the twilight She hath such gentle hands, So lovely are the gifts she brings From out of the sunset-lands, So bountiful, so merciful, So sweet of soul is she; And over all the world she draws Her cloak of charity.
There's a certain part of the contented majority who love anybody who is worth a billion dollars.
It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both.
His demand Springs not from Edward's well-meant honest love, Bur from deceit, bred by necessity; For how can tyrants safely govern home Unless abroad they purchase great alliance?
