Quotes About Love

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows, and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered is grief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Mi?o??, sen i ?mier? nadchodz? poma?u Schwy? mnie za w?osy i mocno poca?uj.

Time and the Gods are at strife; ye dwell in the midst thereof, Draining a little life from the barren breasts of love.

In a land of sand and ruin and gold There shone one woman, and none but she

And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.

If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.

Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time, with a gift of tears; Grief, with a glass that ran; Pleasure, with pain for leaven; Summer, with flowers that fell; Remembrance, fallen from heaven, And madness risen from hell; Strength without hands to smite; Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.

I dore not always touch her, lest the kiss Leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, Brief, bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.

Fierce midnights and famishing morrows, And the loves that complete and control All the joys of the flesh, all the sorrows That wear out the soul.

Ask nothing more of me sweet; All I can give you I give; Heart of my heart were it more, More would be laid at your feet..

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.

Fruits fail and love dies and time ranges; Thou art fed with perpetual breath, and alive after infinite changes, And fresh from the kisses of death, Of langours rekindled and rallied, Of barren delights and unclean, Things monstrous and fruitless, a pallid And poisonous queen.

I dare not always touch her, lest the kiss leave my lips charred. Yea, Lord, a little bliss, brief bitter bliss, one hath for a great sin; Nathless thou knowest how sweet a thing it is.

She knows not loves that kissed her She knows not where. Art thou the ghost, my sister, White sister there, Am I the ghost, who knows? My hand, a fallen rose, Lies snow-white on white snows, and takes no care.

Some signs of understanding are: clemency, knowledge, and silence. Silence is one of the doors to wisdom. It brings about love and is evidence for all good.

Silence is a door among the doors of wisdom - indeed, silence begets and attracts love, it is the proof of all the beneficiences.

Hearts of people are like wild beasts. They attach themselves to those who love and train them.

Anyone who loves us Ahlul Bayt must be ready to face a life of austerity.

Have love for your friend up to a limit for it is possible he may turn into your enemy some day; and hate your enemy up to a limit for it is possible he may turn into your friend some day.

But to sustain a marriage for 50 years, you have to get real a little bit and find someone who is understanding and who you can grow with. My mom always says, 'Marry the man who loves you a millimeter more.'

I work on a TV show I love, I have the opportunity to do movies with actors I respect, and I'm in love with the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, who pushes me and excites me.

remember you must live. remember you most love. remainder you mist leaf.

And they all lived happily ever after, until they died.

We have to hope that the people who love us and who know us a little bit will in the end have seen us truly. In the end, not much else matters.