Quotes
Quotes about Love
Where fall the tears of love the rose appears, And where the ground is bright with friendship's tears, Forget-me-not, and violets, heavenly blue, Spring glittering with the cheerful drops like dew.
Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea; Ye stately foxgloves fair to see! Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie In scented bowers! Ye roses on your thorny tree The first o' flow'rs.
I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in purple dress, The pink with cheek of red, Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs, Like a bashful maid her head.
Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.
Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame.
I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants.
There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
There scatter'd oft the earliest of ye Year By Hands unseen are showers of Vi'lets found; The Redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little Footsteps lightly print the ground.
Steps with a tender foot, light as on air, The lovely, lordly creature floated on.
A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums the songs of the Nile, and Cadiz; who throws his sleek arms into various attitudes; who idles away the whole day among the chair of the ladies, and is ever whispering into some one's ear; who reads little billets- doux from this quarter and that, and writes them in return; who avoids ruffling his dress by contact with his neighbour's sleeve, who knows with whom everybody is in love; who flutters from feast to feast, who can recount exactly the pedigree of Hirpinus. What do you tell me? is this a beau, Cotilus? Then a beau, Cotilus, is a very trifling thing.
We love force and we care very little how it is exhibited.
We bury love, Forgetfulness grows over it like grass; That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
To love is human, it is also human to forgive. [Lat., Humanum amare est, humanum autem ignoscere est.]
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Sincere forgiveness isn't colored with expectations that the other person apologize or change. Don't worry whether or not they finally understand you. Love them and release them. Life feeds back truth to people in its own way and time-just like it does for you and me. David McArthur & Bruce McArthur -Sara Paddison.
He who forgiveth, and is reconciled unto his enemy, shall receive his reward from God; for he loveth not the unjust doers. -Koran.
He who forgiveth, and is reconciled unto his enemy, shall receive his reward from God; for he loveth not the unjust doers.
But truer stars did govern Proteus' birth; His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles, His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate, His tears pure messengers sent from his heart, His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
I want free life, and I want fresh air; And I sigh for the canter after the cattle, The crack of the whip like shots in battle, The medley of horns, and hoofs, and heads That wars, and wrangles, and scatters and spreads; The green beneath and the blue above, And dash, and danger, and life and love.
To do good whenever one can, to love liberty above all else, never to deny the truth, even though it be before the throne.
Love, not force, rides the horse.
I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God.
'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives, And in their deaths had not divided been.
You must therefore love me, myself, and not my circumstances, if we are to be real friends.
