Quotes
Quotes about Love
But friend, to me
He is all fault who hath no fault at all.
For who loves me must have a touch of earth.
I know not if I know what true love is,
But if I know, then, if I love not him,
I know there is none other I can love.
The shackles of an old love straitened him,
His honour rooted in dishonour stood,
And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.
Sweet is true love tho' given in vain, in vain;
And sweet is death who puts an end to pain.
Let love be free; free love is for the best
And after heaven, on our dull side of death,
What should be best, if not so pure a love
Clothed in so pure a loveliness?
No more subtle master under heaven
Than is the maiden passion for a maid,
Not only to keep down the base in man
But teach high thought and amiable words
And courtliness and the desire of fame
And love of truth and all that makes a man.
"I'll never love any but you," the morning song of the lark;
"I'll never love any but you," the nightingale's hymn in the dark.
That man's the best Cosmopolite
Who loves his native country best.
Love your enemy, bless your haters, said the Greatest of the great;
Christian love among the Churches looked the twin of heathen hate.
Love will conquer at the last.
A mastiff dog
May love a puppy cur for no more reason
Than that the twain have been tied up together.
Forget thee...
Never--
Till Nature, high and low, and great and small
Forgets herself, and all her loves and hates
Sink again into Chaos.
A good woman is a wondrous creature, cleaving to the right and to the good under all change: lovely in youthful comeliness, lovely all her life long in comeliness of heart.
The mossy marbles rest
On the lips that he has prest
In their bloom;
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many a year
On the tomb.
One unquestioned text we read,
All doubt beyond, all fear above;
Nor crackling pile nor cursing creed
Can burn or blot it--God is love.
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
Ay, soon upon the stage of life,
Sweet, happy children, you will rise,
To mingle in its care and strife,
Or early find the peaceful skies.
Then be it yours, while you pursue
The golden moments, quick to haste
Some noble work of love to do,
Nor suffer one bright hour to waste.
Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.
Then sing as Martin Luther sang,
As Doctor Martin Luther sang,
"Who loves not wine, woman and song,
He is a fool his whole life long."
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Boasts two soul-sides,--one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her!
God made all the creatures, and gave them our love and our fear,
To give sign we and they are his children, one family here.
O woman-country!wooed not wed,
Loved all the more by earth's male-lands,
Laid to their hearts instead.
For life, with all it yields of joy and woe,
And hope and fear (believe the aged friend),
Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love,--
How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.
For I say this is death and the sole death,--
When a man's loss comes to him from his gain,
Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance,
And lack of love from love made manifest.
Can we love but on condition that the thing we love must die?
