Quotes
Quotes about Lovers
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,
And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms;
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms.
Cornelia. What flowers are these?
Gazetta. The pansy this.
Cor. Oh, that's for lovers' thoughts.
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.
At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs.
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.
And upon all that are lovers of virtue, and dare trust in his Providence, and be quiet and go a-angling.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,
And make two lovers happy.
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whispering lovers made.
Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star.
I shall defer my visit to Faneuil Hall, the cradle of American liberty, until its doors shall fly open on golden hinges to lovers of Union as well as lovers of liberty.
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour when lovers' vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe
When tipp'd with amber, mellow, rich, and ripe;
Like other charmers, wooing the caress
More dazzlingly when daring in full dress;
Yet thy true lovers more admire by far
Thy naked beauties--give me a cigar!
Virginal shy lights,
Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows,
When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades
Of the dim sweet woods, of the dear dark woods,
Of the heavenly woods and glades,
That run to the radiant marginal sand-beach within
The wide sea-marshes of Glynn.
Here's a pot with a cot in a park
In a park where the peach-blossoms blew,
Where the lovers eloped in the dark,
Lived, died and were changed into two
Bright birds that eternally flew
Through the boughs of the may, as they sang;
'T is a tale was undoubtedly true
In the reign of the Emperor Hwang.
The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.
The anger of lovers renews the strength of love.
Lovers are never tired of each other, though they always speak of themselves.
In their first passion women love their lovers, in all the others they love love.
Yes, I was a fool, but I was in love, and though I was suffering the greatest misery I had ever known I would not have had it otherwise for all the riches of Barsoom. Such is love, and such are lovers wherever love is known.
The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed.
