Quotes About Love

That best portion of a good man's life,His little, nameless, unremembered actsOf kindness and of love.

Knowing that Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.

What fond and wayward thoughts will slideInto a lover's head!"O mercy!" to myself I cried,"If Lucy should be dead!"

The best portion of a good man's life is his little nameless, unencumbered acts of kindness and of love.

The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person's life.

What we have loved Others will love And we will teach them how.

What we have loved, others will love, and we will teach them how; instruct them how the mind of man becomes a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells...

She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! —Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!

I'll teach my boy the sweetest things; I'll teach him how the owlet sings.

Therefore am I still / A lover of the meadows and the woods, / And mountains; and of all that we behold / From this green earth; of all the mighty world / Of eye and ear, both what they half create / And what perceive; well pleased to recognize / In nature and the language of the sense, / The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse/ The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul / Of all my moral being.

Bagian terindah dari kehidupan manusia yang baik, adalah segala tindakan yang kecil, tak bernama, terlupakan, dari kebaikan dan cinta

He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure: No fears to beat away - no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

and in thy voice I catch the language of my former heart, and read my former pleasures in the shooting lights of thy wild eyes.

But thou art with us, with us in the past, The present, with us in the times to come. There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair, No languor, no dejection, no dismay, No absence scarcely can there be, for those Who love as we do. Speed thee well!

A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

This son of his old age was yet more dear— Less from instinctive tenderness, the same Fond spirit that blindly works in the blood of all— 145 Than that a child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts, And stirrings of inquietude, when they By tendency of nature needs must fail.

The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.

But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart, And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration;—feelings too Of unremembered pleasures; such, perhaps, As have made no trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.

to be incapable of a feeling of poetry, in my sense of the word, is to be without love of human nature

The man whose eye Is ever on himself doth look on one, The least of Nature's works, one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom holds Unlawful, ever. O, be wiser, Thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love; True dignity abides with him alone Who, in the silent hour of inward thought, Can still suspect, and still revere himself, In loneliness of heart.

whom I have loved With such communion, that no place on earth Can ever be a solitude to me

A natureza nunca traiu o coração que amava.

No other than the very heart of man, As found among the best of those who live-- Not unexalted by religious faith, Nor uninformed by books, good books, though few-- In Nature's presence: thence may I select Sorrow, that is not sorrow, but delight; And miserable love, that is not pain To hear of, for the glory that redounds Therefrom to human kind, and what we are.