Quotes About Love

let deeds, not words, express Thine exceeding loveliness.

Most vain all hope but love. - Prometheus Unbound

True Love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that grows bright Gazing on many truths; 'tis like thy light, Imagination! which from earth and sky, And from the depths of human fantasy, As from a thousand prisms and mirrors, fills The Universe with glorious beams, and kills Error, the worm, with many a sun-like arrow Of its reverberated lightning. Epipsychidion

To the oblivion whither I and thou, All loving and all lovely, hasten now With steps, ah, too unequal! may we meet In one Elysium or one winding-sheet! If any should be curious to discover Whether to you I am a friend or lover, Let them read Shakespeare's sonnets, taking thence

Narrow The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates, The life that wears, the spirit that creates One object, and one form, and builds thereby A sepulchre for its eternity. - Epipsychidion

Soft as an Incarnation of the Sun, When light is changed to love, this glorious One Floated into the cavern where I lay, And called my Spirit, and the dreaming clay Was lifted by the thing that dreamed below As smoke by fire, and in the beauty's glow I stood, and felt the dawn of my long night Was penetrating me with living light: I knew it was the Vision veiled from me So many years - that it was Emily. - Epipsychidion

Every man forms, as it were, his god from his own character; to the divinity of one of simple habits, no offering would be more acceptable than the happiness of his creatures. He would be incapable of hating or persecuting others for the love of God.

TO THE QUEEN OF MY HEART. (Published as Shelley's by Medwin, "The Shelley Papers", 1833, and by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition; afterwards suppressed as of doubtful authenticity.) 1. Shall we roam, my love, To the twilight grove, When the moon is rising bright; Oh, I'll whisper there, In the cool night-air, 5 What I dare not in broad daylight!

A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again, And loves, and weeps, and dies. A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.

The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

No more let life divide what death can join together.

Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

And the Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Sweet!

All love is sweet, given or received...

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!

And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea What are all these kissings worth - If thou kiss not me?

True love, to whom my heart is prey, How dost thou hold me in thy sway, That in each day I find no fault But daily wait for love's assault.

That attraction force which always happens between the reader and the book, i adore it when it takes place <3

Don't waste your love on stupid people. Anyone stupid enough to deny or reject it—in the midst of the Love Depression we're in—does not deserve it.

Falling in love with another man is like falling into a vast vat of yourself. For some men this is ultimately nourishing, for others . . . it is drowning.

Learn the absolute pleasure of kindness.

Perhaps success should not mean that you have nothing to say to anyone, no time for anybody, and not a moment left in your calendar for someone whom you might suddenly realize you love.