Quotes
Quotes about Love
Sound loves to revel in a summer night.
Years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute.
This maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
But since he had
The genuis to be loved, why let him have
The justice to be honoured in his grave.
Whoso loves
Believes the impossible.
Flowers are Love's truest language.
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
Forth we went, a gallant band--
Youth, Love, Gold and Pleasure.
I love fools' experiments. I am always making them.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, where are you roving?
Over the sea.
Lady Moon, Lady Moon, whom are you loving?
All that love me!
Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn,
The love of love.
God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.
Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts;
Or all the same as if he had not been?
In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove;
In the spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went
In that new world which is the old.
O Love! what hours were thine and mine,
In lands of palm and southern pine;
In lands of palm, of orange-blossom,
Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!
O Love! they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to soul,
And grow forever and forever.
Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying!
And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,--
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret.
Oh death in life, the days that are no more!
'T is better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Ah, Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell
us
What and where they be.
Eyes of pure women, wholesome stars of love.
As love, if love be perfect, casts out fear,
So hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
I thought that he was gentle, being great;
O God, that I had loved a smaller man!
I should have found in him a greater heart.
There must be now no passages of love
Betwixt us twain henceforward evermore.
