Quotes About Love

After I hung up I felt completed, the way I always did after talking to her, like a plant that had been watered.

I could not love thee, dear, so much,' Ã¢â'¬Â I said, " Ã¢â'¬Ëœloved I not honor more.' 

we love who we love whether we should or not, even though there are more suitable people to love.

Darrin and Lance," he said. "The love that dare not speak its name?" I drank some beer. "This will give rise to considerable speculation on our part," I said. "I thought it might," Hawk said. "That's why I wanted two pizzas." "I'll get right on it," I said and reached for the phone.

We're fifteen," he said. "And we found each other already? Is that possible? Can you find somebody at fifteen?

And I've met a very wonderful woman," I said. "They're all wonderful," Haller said. "Well, many of them," I said. "I love them," Haller said. "The way they talk, how they smell, the way they touch their hair, everything." "I know," I said.

I was sitting with the girl of my dreams on a bench in the Boston Public Garden watching the swan boats circle the little lagoon.

he gets turned down oftener than the lamp in the parlor of a sailor's girlfriend.

grow old with me. the best is yet to be. the last of life for which the first was made.

My whole life long I learn'd to love, This hour my utmost art I prove. And speak my passion—— heaven or hell? She will not give me heaven? 'Tis well!

What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake.

Life with all it yields of joy and woe, And hope and fear, Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love, How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.

O lyric love! half angel half bird

we're made so that we love First when we see them painted, things we have passed Perhaps a hundred times nor cared to see; And so they are better, painted – better to us, Which is the same thing. Art was given for that; God uses us to help each other so, Lending our minds out.

God made all the creatures and them our love and out fear, To give sign, we and they are his children, one family here.

Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.

You'll love me yet!--and I can tarry Your love's protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry, From seeds of April's sowing. I plant a heartful now: some seed At least is sure to strike, And yield--what you'll not pluck indeed, Not love, but, may be, like. You'll look at least on love's remains, A grave's one violet: Your look?--that pays a thousand pains. What's death? You'll love me yet!

Who was a queen and loved a poet once Humpbacked, a dwarf? ah, women can do that!

Last night I saw you in my sleep: And how your charm of face was changed! I asked, 'Some love, some faith you keep?' You answered, 'Faith gone, love estranged.' Whereat I woke--- a twofold bliss: Waking was one, but next there came This other:Though I felt, for this, My heart break, I loved on the same.

This: no artist lives and loves, that longs not Once, and only once, and for one only, (Ah, the prize!) to find his love a language

Grow old along with me.....the Best is yet to be.....The Last of life---for which the First was made.

That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows. If you loved only what were worth your love, Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you: Make the low nature better by your throes! Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!

And what proportion love should hold with power In his right constitution: love preceding Power—with much power always much more love;

all's love, yet all's law.