LOVE QUOTES XXVII

quotations about love

Call us what you will, we are made such by love.

JOHN DONNE

The Canonization

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Never marry but for love; but see that thou lov'st what is lovely.

WILLIAM PENN

Some Fruits of Solitude

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Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands;
Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.
Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.

ALFRED TENNYSON

Locksley Hall

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So soon as this want or power [of love] is dead, man becomes the living sepulchre of himself, and what yet survives is the mere husk of what once he was.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

"On Love", Essays and Letters

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Then is Love blest, when from the cup of the body he drinks the wine of the soul.

RICHARD GARNETT

De Flagello Myrtes


Love is kind of like a unicorn -- elusive and very hard to explain.

OLIVIA TRUFFAUT-WONG

"11 Movies To Watch When You're In Love To Get You Through The Good, The Bad, & All The Feels", Bustle, December 2015


No wound is worse than counterfeited love.

SOPHOCLES

Antigone


The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

ANITA BROOKNER

A Friend from England

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Caressing reassures lovers that their love endures.

WITTER BYNNER

"Rose-Time"

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The imagination of a eunuch dwells more and longer upon the material of love than that of man or woman ... supplying, so far as he can, by speculation, the place of pleasures he can no longer enjoy.

JOHN QUINCY ADAMS

journal, Apr. 4, 1831

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Love is a stream that will find its course.

JAMAICAN PROVERB


It is easy to halve the potato where there's love.

IRISH PROVERB

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If the thing loved is base, the lover becomes base.

LEONARDO DA VINCI

Thoughts on Art and Life

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Love is the sum of all the arts, as it is the reason for their existence.

JACK LONDON

The Valley of the Moon


Love, as the poet says, is like the spring. It grows on you and seduces you slowly and gently, but it holds tight like the roots of a tree. You don't know until you're ready to go that you can't move, that you would have to mutilate yourself in order to be free. That's the feeling. It doesn't last, at least it doesn't have to. But it holds on like a steel claw in your chest. Even if the tree dies, the roots cling to you. I've seen men and women give up everything for love that once was.

WALTER MOSLEY

The Man in My Basement

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Woman has been trained to stake her all upon love, to dream and plan and wait and focusu life's Multitudinousness upon love's little glamour. And the inquiry is as pertinent now as ever before to ask is such a policy of life propitious to woman's happiness or evolution? Or, if one may not be allowed to take such a pagan view of woman's destiny, to ask is it essential to the happiness or evolution of man?

MARIAN COX

"The Fools of Love", The Dry Rot of Society and Other Essays


Thy love is like deep waters all around--
Warm pulsing waters, in whose brooding sound
The lone wail of my heart is lulled with dreams,
And the far clamour of the world is drowned.

ELSA BARKER

"The Garden of Rose and Rue", The Book of Love

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True love always brings joy to ourselves and to the one we love. If our love does not bring joy to both of us, it is not true love.

THICH NHAT HANH

Teachings on Love

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We all have the seeds of love in us. We can develop this wonderful source of energy, nurturing the unconditional love that does not expect anything in return.

THICH NHAT HANH

Teachings on Love


Love--what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear,
A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh,
The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment,
What concentrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love!
For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind,
The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords,
The story without an end that angels throng to hear,
The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart!

MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER

Proverbial Philosophy

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