Quotes About Love

If a man hasn't what's necessary to make a woman love him, it's his fault, not hers.

How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

D'you call life a bad job Never We've had our ups and downs, we've had our struggles, we've always been poor, but it's been worth it, ay, worth it a hundred times I say when I look round at my children.

Life isn't long enough for love and art.

Love is a dirty trick played on us to achieve the continuation of the species.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.

Stimulate the heart to love, and all other virtues will rise of their own accord.

If you're destined for each other, the world can end – but at least you're not alone. It's better to drown together than to burn alone.

If we fight alongside men we love, we do not fight for our lives or gold or glory or kings, but for each other. Death is less painful than watching a loved one die; and no fear is as great as being alone after the battle. And no man would appear as a coward in his lover's eyes.

Do not leave me." "I cnnot." "Because we are chained together?" I asked sadly. He frowned in thought. "Non, I feel it is because we are chained to something else?" "What, a rock?" I asked with amusement. "Non, a cart." "So we are two centaurs chained to a cart? What is in the cart?" "Love," he said soberly. "I think the cart is our partnership.

And this brought forth a dream and soon enough/ This dream itself had all my thought and love

I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.

When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep

We sat grown quiet at the name of love; We saw the last embers of daylight die, And in the trembling blue-green of the sky A moon, worn as if it had been a shell Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell About the stars and broke in days and years. I had a thought for no one's but your ears: That you were beautiful, and that I strove To love you in the old high way of love; That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown As weary-hearted as that hollow moon

Before The World Was Made If I make the lashes dark and the eyes more bright and the lips more scarlet, or ask if all be right from mirror after mirror, no vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had before the world was made. What if I look upon a man as though on my beloved, and my blood be cold the while and my heart unmoved? Why should he think me cruel or that he is betrayed? I'd have him love the thing that was before the world was made.

How far away the stars seem, and how far Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!

The Scholars "Bald heads forgetful of their sins, Old, learned, respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines That young men, tossing on their beds, Rhymed out in love's despair To flatter beauty's ignorant ear. They'll cough in the ink to the world's end; Wear out the carpet with their shoes Earning respect; have no strange friend; If they have sinned nobody knows. Lord, what would they say Should their Catullus walk that way?

Before us lies eternity; our souls Are love, and a continual farewell.

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.

And her hair was a folded flower And the quiet of love in her feet.

We know their dream; enough To know they dreamed and are dead; And what if excess of love Bewildered them till they died?

I gave what other women gave That stepped out of their clothes, But when this soul, its body off, Naked to naked goes, He it has found shall find therein What none other knows, And give his own and take his own And rule in his own right; And though it loved in misery Close and cling so tight, There's not a bird of day that dare Extinguish that delight.