Quotes About Love

When the lad for longing sighs, Mute and dull of cheer and pale, If at death's own door he lies, Maiden, you can heal his ail. Lovers' ills are all to buy: The wan look, the hollow tone, The hung head, the sunken eye, You can have them for your own. Buy them, buy them: eve and morn Lovers' ills are all to sell. Then you can lie down forlorn; But the lover will be well.

It nods and curtseys and recovers When the wind blows above, The nettle on the graves of lovers That hanged themselves for love. The nettle nods, the wind blows over, The man, he does not move, The lover of the grave, the lover That hanged himself for love.

Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes by, And nothing will remain, And miles around they'll say that I Am quite myself again.

It is no gift I tender, A loan is all I can; But do not scorn the lender; Man gets no more from man. Oh, mortal man may borrow What mortal man can lend; And 'twill not end to-morrow, Though sure enough 'twill end. If death and time are stronger, A love may yet be strong; The world will last for longer, But this will last for long.

Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.

The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.

When I Was One-And-Twenty When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, "Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free." But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, "The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue." And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.

I to my perils Of cheat and charmer Came clad in armour By stars benign. Hope lies to mortals And most believe her, But man's deceiver Was never mine. The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.

Could man be drunk for ever       With liquor, love, or fights, Lief should I rouse at morning       And lief lie down of nights. But men at whiles are sober       And think by fits and starts, And if they think, they fasten       Their hands upon their hearts.

All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.

Podría mirarte a los ojos el resto de mi vida y no aburrirme nunca.

What kind of love demands the life of another? A child at that?" "Danish love, my sweet. Can't you smell it?

nothing more excruciating when you are fighting for your life than to have healthy people round you, squabbling over futilities. Who do you love best, and who most do you want with you? Blithering idiots: it's life itself, can't you see? It's life I love best, and life I want with me. Go hang yourselves, all of you, you're only sapping my strength when most I need it. Leave me in peace and let me grapple.

Love is that as well, I was forgetting: it is taking a huge gamble, staking your all on a single improbable throw, jumping off a cliff and trusting an unknown person to catch you before you hit the ground.

Love is never a problem, he said. Where there is love there is never a problem.

years.' She kissed him good bye on the station platform, a long and passionate kiss. Now she was a civilian it did not matter if anyone saw them.

Children do not need teaching as much as they need love and understanding.

The severest self-denials and the most lavish gifts are of no value in God's esteem unless they are prompted by love.

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth."

A?k sözcü?ü yerini, anlam?n? dumura u?ratt?. S?radan bir sözcük gibi yerini her ?eye açt?. Tanr? gibi varolup da var olam?yor art?k. Hem a?k?n varl??? da çok su götürür. Gerçekte a?k yoktur: Var k?lmak istiyoruz. Bu hakk?m?z da. Ba?ka bir ?eyimiz yok çünkü.

Quem ama a perfeição? Não, o amor quer cuidado e o cuidado necessita dos erros da pessoa amada, necessita de feridas, de fragilidade. O amor quer curar, e a perfeição não tem necessidade de cura. Não se pode amar a perfeição, simplesmente adorar.

El amor es como una planta o un animal. Vive y se desarrolla. Nace, crece, envejece y muere.

Cuando se ama no se razona. Cuando se razona parece que no se ama. Cuando se razona después de haber amado, se comprende por qué se amaba. Cuando se ama después de haber razonado, se ama mejor. He aquí el sendero del progreso de las almas