Quotes About Love

Let the skein never end of I love you you love me, ever burnt with decrepit sun and old moon; for whatever you don't give me and I don't ask of you will be for death, which does not leave even a shadow on trembling flesh.

The still pool of your mouth under a thicket of kisses.

Between your love for me and mine for you --air of stars and tremor of plant-- a thicket of anemones raises with a dark moan an entire year.

I am the Love that dare not speak its name.

Hatred of enemies is easier and more intense than love of friends. But from men who are more anxious to injure opponents than to benefit the world at large no great good is to be expected.

All tragedies are finished by a death, all comedies by a marriage.

Man being reasonable must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication; Glory, the grape, love, gold - in these are sunk - The hopes of all men and of every nation

Love without passion is dreary; passion without love is horrific.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings, but only give a bust of marriages: but no one cares for matrimonial cooings

Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.

Who loves, raves.

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause for breathe, And love itself have rest

Oh too convincing - dangerously dear - In woman's eye the unanswerable tear

I love not man the less, but nature more

To have joy, one must share it.

We'll Go No More A-roving So, we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

Here's a sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And whatever sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate.

whom the god loves dies young

When people say, "I've told you fifty times," / They mean to scold, and very often do; / When poets say, "I've written fifty rhymes," / They make you dread that they 'II recite them too; In gangs of fifty, thieves commit their crimes; / At fifty love for love is rare, 't is true, / But then, no doubt, it equally as true is, / A good deal may be bought for fifty Louis.

LUCIFER: I pity thee who lovest what must perish. CAIN: And I thee who lov'st nothing