Quotes About Love

endless loving sea of pure white conscious light.

Sending love to a manifestation of fear will cause it to dissipate and disappear.

Send love to your fears

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.

No man has ever lived that had enoughOf children's gratitude or woman's love.

Speech after long silence; it is right,All other lovers being estranged or dead…That we descant and yet again descantUpon the supreme theme of Art and Song:Bodily decrepitude is wisdom; youngWe loved each other and were ignorant.

Everything that man esteemsEndures a moment or a day.Love's pleasure drives his love away,The painter's brush consumes his dreams.

Players and painted stage took all my love,And not those things that they were emblems of.

Never give all the heart, for loveWill hardly seem worth thinking ofTo passionate women if it seemCertain, and they never dreamThat it fades out from kiss to kiss;For everything that's lovely isBut a brief, dreamy kind delight.

What were all the world's alarmsTo mighty Paris when he foundSleep upon a golden bedThat first dawn in Helen's arms?

Wine comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;That's all we shall know for truthBefore we grow old and die.

Only God, my dear,Could love you for yourself aloneAnd not your yellow hair.

Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned...

Unwearied still, lover by lover,They paddle in the coldCompanionable streams or climb the air;Their hearts have not grown old.

And many a poor man that has roved,Loved and thought himself beloved,From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,You'd know the folly of being comforted.

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends, And say my glory was I had such friends.

You shall go with me, newly-married bride,And gaze upon a merrier multitude.White-armed Nuala, Aengus of the Birds,Feachra of the hurtling form, and himWho is the ruler of the Western Host,Finvara, and their Land of Heart's Desire.Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.

Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.

Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned By those who are not entirely beautiful.

Think where man's glory most begins and ends And say my glory was I had such friends.

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun. - The Song of Wandering Aengus