Quotes About Love

Oh Susie, I would nestle close to your warm heart, and never hear the wind blow, or the storm beat, again. Is there any room there for me, or shall I wander away all homeless and alone? Thank you for loving me, darling...

Part Three: Love V DOUBT me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint. The whole of me, forever, 5 What more the woman can,— Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own! It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before; 10 I ceded all of dust I knew,— What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, Whose farthest of degree Was that she might 15 Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee!

Se remémorer Un Plaisir qui nous fut Retiré - Offre une Félicité comparable à un Meurtre - Omnipotente - Aiguë - Nous ne lâcherons pas le Poignard - Car Nous aimons la Blessure Que le Poignard Commémore - c'est Lui Qui Nous rappelle que Nous avons péri -

Dearer you cannot be, for I love you so already, that it almost breaks my heart - perhaps I can love you anew, every day of my life, every morning and evening - oh, if you will let me, how happy I shall be!

Twas my one glory - Let it be Remembered I was owned of Thee.

Your sweetness intimidates.

And whose 'I'll meet you' hesitates If love inquire, 'Where?

When roses cease to bloom, dear

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me - That simple News that Nature told - With tender Majesty - Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see - For love of Her - Sweet - countrymen - Judge tenderly - of Me

Come with me this morning to the church within our hearts, where the bells are always ringing, and the preacher whose name is love — shall intercede for us!

If you were here, and Oh that you were, my Susie, we need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us...

Love is immortality Che sempre amai questo ti sia di prova: che per quanto abbia amato Non ho vissuto abbastanza. Che amerò sempre te lo assicuro, l'amore è vita - e la vita è immortale. Dubiti ancora, Amore? Ecco, allora non ho altro da mostrare che il mio Calvario.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,I shall not live in vain...

A face devoid of love or grace, A hateful, hard, successful face, A face with which a stone Would feel as thoroughly at ease As were they old acquaintances, —

Remember and care for me sometimes, and scatter a fragrant flower in this wilderness life of mine by writing me.

I could not die with you, For one must wait To shut the other's gaze down,— You could not.

If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I'd count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I'd toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity.

That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love; It is enough, the freight should be Proportioned to the groove.

You left me, sweet, two legacies,— A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had he the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me. —Emily Dickinson

To pile like Thunder to its close, Then crumble grand away, While everything created hid — This would be Poetry: Or Love, — the two coeval came — We both and neither prove, Experience either, and consume — For none see God and live.

You left me, sweet, two legacies, A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as the sea, Between eternity and time, Your consciousness and me.

or maybe love is summed up in moments - that day in the park, the time you had chinese food by candlelight, when the boy you liked left a message, finally, on your machine. maybe the telling of those moments is even better than the moments themselves.

she thinks about lying in here with alex, of the tangle of arms and rope, or lips.

she thought about being held to the woman's chest, and lying there hair-smoothed and quiet until she felt she'd found home.