Quotes About Love

Love is energy of life.

I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty heart; For remnants of dim love the long disused, And dusty crumbling of romance!

Go practise if you please With men and women: leave a child alone For Christ's particular love's sake!

Be there, for once and all, Severed great minds from small, Announced to each his station in the Past! Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdained, Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last! Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes Match me: we all surmise, They this thing, I that: whom shall my soul believe?

The instant made eternity—And heaven just prove that I and sheRide, ride together, forever ride?

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand.

O Lyric Love, half angel and half bird,And all a wonder and a wild desire.

'Twas a thief said the last kind word to Christ:Christ took the kindness and forgave the theft.

Escape me?Never—Beloved!While I am I, and you are you.

Only I discernInfinite passion, and the painOf finite hearts that yearn.

Oh heart! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns!Earth's returnsFor whole centuries of folly, noise and sin!Shut them in,With their triumphs and their glories and the rest!Love is best!

We're made so that we loveFirst when we see them painted, things we have passedPerhaps 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.

Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees,(If our loves remain)In an English lane.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me... for I know love, I am loved by thee.

Open my heart, and you will seeGraved inside of it, "Italy."

We that had loved him so, followed him, honored him,Lived in his mild and magnificent eye,Learned his great language, caught his clear accents,Made him our pattern to live and to die!

Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.

Do I find love so full in my nature, God's ultimate gift,That I doubt his own love can compete with it?Here, the parts shift?

A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.

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

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Let's contend no more, Love,Strive nor weep:All be as before, Love,—Only sleep!

She hadA heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad.

Motherhood All love begins and ends there.