Quotes About Love

Love comes in at the eye.

I kiss you and kiss you, With arms around my own, Ah, how shall I miss you, When, dear, you have grown.

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 did not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

I am still of [the] opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood--sex and the dead.

Does the imagination dwell the most Upon a woman won or a woman lost?

Politics How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here's a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there's a politician That has read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war and war's alarms, But O that I were young again And held her in my arms!

Ah, faerics, dancing under the moon, A Druid land, a Druid tune! While still I may, I write for you The love I lived, the dream I knew.

And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they died?

Who Goes With Fergus? Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid, And brood on hopes and fear no more. And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all dishevelled wandering stars.

It was the dream itself enchanted me: Character isolated by a deed To engross the present and dominate memory. Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of. [from "The Circus Animals' Desertion"]

Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

I heard an old religious man But yesternight declare That he had found a text to prove That only God, my dear, Could love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery;

When I think of life as struggle with the Daimon who would ever set us to the hardest work among those not impossible, I understand why there is a deep enmity between a man and his destiny, and why a man loves nothing but his destiny.

But Love has pitched his mansion in The place of excrement; For nothing can be sole or whole That has not been rent.

But is there any comfort to be found? Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?

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Lui qui aurait voulu pouvoir offrir le ciel Si je pouvais t'offrir le bleu secret du ciel Brodé de lumière d'or et de reflets d'argents Le mystérieux secret, le secret éternel De la nuit et du jour, de la vie et du temps Avec tout mon amour je le mettrais à tes pieds Mais tu sais je suis pauvre et je n'ai que mes rêves Alors c'est de mes rêves qu'il faut te contenter Marche doucement, car tu marches sur mes rêves

In the dim kingdom there is a great abundance of all excellent things. There is more love there than upon the earth; there is more dancing there than upon the earth; and there is more treasure there than upon the earth. In the beginning the earth was perhaps made to fulfill the desire of man, but now it has got old and fallen into decay. What wonder if we try and pilfer the treasures of that other kingdom! ("The Three O'Byrnes and the Evil Faeries")

Se avessi il drappo ricamato del cielo, Intessuto dell'oro e dell'argento e della luce, I drappi dai colori chiari e scuri del giorno e della notte Dai mezzi colori dell'alba e del tramonto, Stenderei quei drappi sotto i tuoi piedi: Invece, essendo povero, ho soltanto sogni; E i miei sogni ho steso sotto i tuoi piedi; Cammina leggera, perché cammini sui miei sogni.

To an Isle in the Water Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. She carries in the dishes, And lays them in a row. To an isle in the water With her would I go. She carries in the candles, And lights the curtained room, Shy in the doorway And shy in the gloom; And shy as a rabbit, Helpful and shy. To an isle in the water With her would I fly.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

Certainly many if not most of Sufi love poems can be read as if they were addressed to a woman. In fact, without doubt a certain number of them were inspired by a woman's beautiful features, but this did not prevent the poet from viewing her loveliness as the mirror of God's Beauty. (p. 287)