Quotes About Love

I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

You are to me an object so intensely desirable that the air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death.

If I am destined to be happy with you here -- how short is the longest Life.

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman -- they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence

The two divinest things the world has got— A lovely woman and a rural spot.

But what, without the social thought of thee, Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.

With duller steel than the Perséan sword They cut away no formless monster's head, But one, whose gentleness did well accord With death, as life. The ancient harps have said, Love never dies, but lives, immortal Lord: If Love impersonate was ever dead, Pale Isabella kiss'd it, and low moan'd. 'Twas love; cold,--dead indeed, but not dethroned.

I could centre my Happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely -- indeed if I thought you felt as much for me as I do for you at this moment I do not think I could restrain myself from seeing you again tomorrow for the delight of one embrace. But no -- I must live upon hope and Chance. In case of the worst that can happen, I shall still love you -- but what hatred shall I have for another!

That men, who might have tower'd in the van Of all the congregated world, to fan And winnow from the coming step of time All chaff of custom, wipe away all slime Left by men-slugs and human serpentry, Have been content to let occasion die, Whilst they did sleep in love's Elysium.

I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses.

To be happy with you seems such an impossibility! it requires a luckier Star than mine! it will never be.

The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.

I can bear to die - I cannot bear to leave her.

For so delicious were the words she sung,it seem'd he had loved them a whole summer long.

How horrid was the chance of slipping into the ground instead of into your arms -- the difference is amazing Love. Death must come at last; Man must die, as Shallow says; but before that is my fate I fain would try what more pleasures than you have given, so sweet a creature as you can give.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

My dear girl, I love you ever and ever and without reserve.

My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again -- my Life seems to stop there -- I see no further. You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving -- I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seeing you.

I would have borne it as I would bear death if fate was in that humour: but I should as soon think of choosing to die as to part from you.

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft swell and fall, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon to death.

I have been Presumptuous against love, against the sky, Against all elements, against the tie Of mortals each to each, against the blooms Of flowers, rush of rivers, and the tombs Of heroes gone.