Quotes
Quotes about Love
The love light in her eye.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
And to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him.
With faces like dead lovers who died true.
He ploughs in sand, and sows against the wind, That hopes for constant love of woman kind.
I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith.
By these things examine thyself. By whose rules am I acting; in whose name; in whose strength; in whose glory? What faith, humility, self-denial, and love of God and to man have there been in all my actions?
Faith is love taking the form of aspiration.
Those who are faithless know the pleasures of love; it is the faithful who know love's tragedies.
Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
O Fame!--if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
The highest form of vanity is love of fame.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
The family is the school of duties... founded on love.
Families are about love overcoming emotional torture.
Family life is too intimate to be preserved by the spirit of justice. It can be sustained by a spirit of love which goes beyond justice.
Death is a law and not a punishment. Three things ought to console us for giving up life; the friends whom we have lost, the few persons worth of being loved whom we leave behind us, and finally the memory of our stupidities and the assurance that they are now going to stop.
I wish there were some cure, like the lover's leap, for all heads of which some single idea has obtained an unreasonable and irregular possession.
She's all my fancy painted her, She's lovely, she's divine.
When I died last, and, Dear, I die as often as from thee I go though it be but an hour ago and lovers hours be full eternity.
Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate.
Grudge no expenseâyield to no oppositionâforget fatigueâtill, by the strength of prayer and sacrifice, the spirit of love shall have overcome . . .
Love him who tells you your faults in private.
No one loves the man whom he fears.
