Quotes About Love

I love men, I love books, I can't get enough of them.

1917 (or possibly 1918) poem, 'Greater Love': 'Red lips are not so red/ As the stained stones kissed by the English dead

The outbreak of war produced the remarkable phenomenon that an unusual number of homosexuals streamed into the army and voluntarily joined the ranks. In this group there were a large number whom public opinion on the subject of homoerotic love in Germany and the fear of Paragraph 175 had driven from their homeland before the war.

To die outside a rejecting society, but with men one loved, seemed a fitting end in a time of apocalypse.

I love night more than day--she is so lovely; But I love night the most because she brings My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie

Surely the stars are images of love.

And love is part and union in itself Of all that is in nature, brilliant, pure-- Of all in feeling, sacred and sublime.

I love thee, London! for thy many men, And for thy mighty deeds and scenes of glory.

Respect is what we owe love, what we give.

This story is about love, which means that it is also about hate.

Ali sada brzam. Pri?e imaju po?etak, trebale bi ?ak imati i sredinu, ali nikad nisam siguran imaju li pri?e kao što je ova doista i kraj; barem ga ne?e biti dok se god osje?am ovako zbog žene koju nisam Vidio, niti dodirnuo, niti govorio s njom ve? tisu?u godina.

Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude remains: Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone finality They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.

Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.

The difficult part of love Is being selfish enough, Is having the blind persistence To upset an existence Just for your own sake. What cheek it must take.

Much better stay in company! To love you must have someone else, Giving requires a legatee, Good neighbours need whole parishfuls Of folk to do it on - in short, Our virtues are all social; if, Deprived of solitude, you chafe, It's clear you're not the virtuous sort.

A good meal can somewhat repair / The eatings of slight love

O world, Your love, your chances, are beyond the stretch Of any hand from here! And so, unreal, A touching dream to which we all are lulled But wake from separately.

In everyone there sleeps A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make By loving others, but across most it sweeps As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures. An immense slackening ache, As when, thawing, the rigid landscape weeps, Spreads slowly through them — — Philip Larkin, from "Faith Healing," The Complete Poems of Philip Larkin , ed. Archie Burnett (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2012)

The glare of that much-mentioned brilliance, love, Broke out, to show Its bright incipience sailing above, Still promising to solve, and satisfy, And set unchangeably in order. So To pile them back, to cry, Was hard, without lamely admitting how It had not done so then, and could not now. - Love Songs In Age

May out of the clouds of chance A calm wind blow, a bird be sighted and steer Straight for your bough, and its pursuing love Break in the air, a scarlet target afloat For the strength of your striking arrow; — Philip Larkin, from section III of "Now," The Complete Poems , ed. Archie Burnett (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2012)

On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes. My Crescent City Is where your speech alone is understood

How strange it is For the heart to be loveless, and as cold as these.

What will survive of us is love.

When we find God in the world, We help the world.