Quotes About Love

She had so much love to give - she had always felt that - and now there was somebody to whom she could give this love, and that, she knew, was good; for that is what redeems us, that is what makes our pain and sorrow bearable - this giving of love to others, this sharing of the heart.

Lord and Master of my life, Take from me the spirit of sloth, despair, lust of power, and idle talk.* But give rather the spirit of chastity, humility, patience, and love to Thy servant.* Yea, O Lord and King, Grant me to see my own transgressions, and not to judge my brother, For blessed art Thou, unto ages of ages. Amen.* *

And joined in love together,The Thistle, Shamrock, Rose entwineThe Maple Leaf forever!

But is eternity an alternative to life? Isn't it, on the contrary, the case that it is when one wants everything to be eternal that one most loves life and the world.

Like metaphors and works of art, the people who matter to us are all, so far as we are concerned, inexhaustible. They always remain a step beyond the furthest point our knowledge of them has reached—though only if, and as long as, they still matter to us.

I mean, look, I love movies, not just the ones I make... In fact, I don't like the movies I make very much.

The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree but hold hands.

Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

All other goods by fortune's hand are given: A wife is the peculiar gift of Heaven.

Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,And make two lovers happy.

What dire offense from amorous causes springs,What mighty contests rise from trivial things!

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.

They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.

That true self-love and social are the same.

Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?

In men, we various ruling passions find;In women, two almost divide the kind;Those, only fix'd, they first or last obey,The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.

Oh name forever sad! forever dear!Still breath'd in sighs, still usher'd with a tear.

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things,...

Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mixed with Gods, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeyes.

For when success a lover's toil attends, Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends

She sins with poets through pure love of wit

But now secure the painted vessel glides,   The sun-beams trembling on the floating tides:   While melting music steals upon the sky,   And soften'd sounds along the waters die; 50   Smooth flow the waves, the Zephyrs gently play,   Belinda smil'd, and all the world was gay.

Love taught my tears in sadder notes to flow, And tuned my heart to elegies of woe. I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are borne! ... No more my soul a charm in music finds; Music has charms alone for peaceful minds. Soft scenes of solitude no more can please; Love enters there, and I 'm my own disease.