Quotes About Love

She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won.

The gallantry of his grief did put me into a towering passion.

Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honored love, I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

But mine, and mine I loved, and mine I praised, And mine that I was proud on--mine so much That I myself was to myself not mine, Valuing of her--why she, O, she is fall'n Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again, And salt too little which may season give To her foul tainted flesh!

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled; Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

When delicate and feeling souls are separated, there is not a feature in the sky, not a movement of the elements, not an aspiration of the breeze, but hints some cause for a lover's apprehension.

Tomorrow is Saint Valentines day, All in the morning betime, And I a maid at your window, To be your Valentine.

Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief

A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.

Shall i compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate

Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

Love is a spirit all compact of fire

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

The hind that would be mated by the lionMust die for love.

Affection! thy intention stabs the center:Thou dost make possible things not so held,Communicat'st with dreams.

But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,Lives not alone immured in the brain.

Ophelia:'Tis brief, my lord.Hamlet: As woman's love.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,And the free maids that weave their thread with bones,Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,And dallies with the innocence of love,Like the old age.