Quotes About Love

The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.

I don't know a better preparation for life than a love of poetry and a good digestion.

You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

I don't want to turn any of this into poetry / but / you're so beautiful / flowers turn their heads to smell you

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.

she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

If I am more alive because love burns and chars me, as a fire, given wood or wind, feels new elation, it's that he who lays me low is my salvation, and invigorates the more, the more he scars me.

But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.

I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops.

twice I have lived forever in a smile

In the dance, one finds the cinema, the comic strips, the Olympic hundred meters and swimming, and what's more, poetry, love and tenderness.

My veins do not end in me but in the unanimous blood of those who struggle for life, love, things, landscape and bread, the poetry of all.

This, this indeed is to be accursed, For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by what we have, But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

Let our scars fall in love.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we lov'd?

If there is anything I love most, in the poems I love, it is the audible braiding of that bravery, that essential empty-handedness, and that willingness to be taken by surprise, all in one voice.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

In my experience poetry speaks to you either at first sight or not at all. A flash of revelation and a flash of response. Like lightning. Like falling in love.

Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love.