Quotes About Love

Knowing well that my life must be passed in fatigue and and trouble, I have been endeavouring to wean myself from you: for to myself alone what can be much of a misery? As far as they regard myself I can despise all events: but I cannot cease to love you.

Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me. My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. 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.

Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne

O, the sweetness of the pain! Give me those lips again! Enough! Enough! It is enough for me To dream of thee!

Aí de quando a paixão é simultaneamente modesta e arrebatada!

I must confess, that (since I am on the subject) I love you the more in that I believe you have liked me for my own sake and for nothing else. I have met with women whom I really think would like to be married to a Poem and to be given away by a Novel.

Forgive me if I wander a little this evening, for I have been all day employ'd in a very abstract Poem and I am in deep love with you—two things which must excuse me.

The more I have known the more have I lov'd.

I cannot say forget me—but I would mention that there are impossibilities in the world.

There was Lorenzo slain and buried in, There in that forest did his great love cease; Ah! when a soul doth thus its freedom win, It aches in loneliness — is ill at peace 220

Better to lose your ego to the one you love, than to lose your love because of your ego

But, for the general award of love, The little sweet doth kill much bitterness;

Yet can I think of thee till thought is blind

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust. Love in a palace is perhaps at last More grievous torment than a hermit's fast.

I could be martyr'd for my Religion — Love is my religion — I could die for that — I could die for you.

Love doth scathe The gentle heart, as northern blasts do roses.

Mothers got a hard road to travel, believe me.

Patrolman Mancuso's love for the motorcycle was platonically intense.

Open your heart, Ignatius, and you will open your valve.

For Christmas, Mrs. Levy always compiled not a gift list but rather a list of the injustices and brutalities she had suffered since August. The girls got this list in their stockings. The only gift Mrs. Levy asked of the girls was that they attack their father. Mrs. Levy loved Christmas.

But that was the nature of love: one did not offer it with any assurance that it would change the world, even if in the end it was the only thing that could.

But I was used to finding something deadly in things that attracted me; there was always something deadly lurking in anything I wanted, anything I loved. And if it wasn't there, as for example with Phineas, then I put it there myself.

Life is fighting. In life, it's the look ahead that counts. We are all born equally far from the sun. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love.