Quotes
Quotes about Love
Never the time and the place
And the loved one all together!
No night so wild but brings the constant sun
With love and power untold;
No time so dark but through its woof there run
Some blessed threads of gold.
O Light divine! we need no fuller test
That all is ordered well;
We know enough to trust that all is best
Where Love and Wisdom dwell.
Work, and thou wilt bless the day
Ere the toil be done;
They that work not, can not pray,
Can not feel the sun.
God is living, working still,
All things work and move;
Work, or lose the power to will,
Lose the power to love.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that love are blest?
The world is growing old;
Who would not be at rest and free
Where love is never cold?
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
I asked of Echo 't other day
(Whose words are few and often funny),
What to a novice she could say
Of courtship, love, and matrimony.
Quoth Echo, plainly,--"Matter-o'-money."
Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,
And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
I love it, I love it, and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?
A wail in the wind is all I hear;
A voice of woe for a lover's loss.
Are gods more ruthless than mortals?
Have they no mercy for youth? no love for the souls who have loved them?
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among:--
God grant you find one face there
You loved when all was young!
Knightly love is blent with reverence
As heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue.
Wut's words to them whose faith an' truth
On war's red techstone rang true metal;
Who ventered life an' love an' youth
For the gret prize o' death in battle?
Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
No dream his life was--but a fight!
Could any Beatrice see
A lover in that anchorite?
I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.
I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me,
This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country--I now go back there,
I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."
All, all for immortality,
Love like the light silently wrapping all.
Come lovely and soothing death,
Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
Sooner or later, delicate death.
Praised be the fathomless universe
For life and joy and for objects and knowledge curious;
And for love, sweet love--But praise! O praise and praise
For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death.
The greatest efforts of the race have always been traceable to the love of praise, as its greatest catastrophes to the love of pleasure.
Your eyes were filled with love, Kate Vane;
Ah, would that we were young again!
Crowds of bees are giddy with clover
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,
Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
