Quotes
Quotes about Love
Ah, better to love in the lowliest cot
Than pine in a palace alone.
Love is that orbit of the restless soul
Whose circle grazes the confines of space,
Bounding within the limits of its race
Utmost extremes.
They saw a Dream of Loveliness descending from the train.
The brave deserve the lovely--every woman may be won.
Little deeds of kindness, little words of love,
Help to make earth happy like the heaven above.
They sang of love, and not of fame;
Forgot was Britain's glory;
Each heart recalled a different name,
But all sang Annie Lawrie.
Silence is the speech of love,
The music of the spheres above.
Never was owl more blind than a lover.
Of nothing comes nothing: springs rise not above
Their source in the far-hidden heart of the mountains:
Whence then have descended the Wisdom and Love
That in man leap to light in intelligent fountains?
Scarcely a tear to shed;
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a Summer's day;
Sweet Love is dead.
Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay!
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
"O mother, mother, mak' my bed
To lay me down in sorrow.
My love has died for me to-day,
I 'll die for him to-morrow."
The actors are, it seems, the usual three:
Husband and wife and lover.
First of earthly singers, the sun-loved rill.
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer,
Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won.
Each time we love,
We turn a nearer and a broader mark
To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.
Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose, the world's delight.
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.
A Garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot,
The veriest school of Peace; and yet the fool contends that God is not--
Not God! in Gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign:
'T is very sure God walks in mine.
'T was ever thus from childhood's hour!
My fondest hopes would not decay:
I never loved a tree or flower
Which was the first to fade away.
All lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love;
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.
The world is filled with folly and sin,
And Love must cling, where it can, I say:
For Beauty is easy enough to win;
But one is n't loved every day.
We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience and live without heart;
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man can not live without cooks.
He may live without books,--what is knowledge but grieving?
He may live without hope--what is hope but deceiving?
He may live without love,--what is passion but pining?
But where is the man that can live without dining?
Tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied her raven ringlets in;
But not alone in the silken snare
Did she catch her lovely floating hair,
For, tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied a young man's heart within.
Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud--and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word. But in the night of Death Hope sees a star and listening Love can hear the rustling of a wing.
The love of the Right, tho' cast down, the hate of victorious Ill,
All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will.
