It was thy kiss, Love, that made me immortal.
What is a kisse? Why this, as some approve: The sure sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Then press my lips, where plays a flame of bliss,-- A pure and holy love-light,--and forsake The angel for the woman in a kiss, At once I wis, My soul will wake!
Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath.
Love and electricity are one in the same, my dear.... if you do not feel the jolt in your soul every time a kiss is shared, a whisper is spoken, a touch is felt, then you're not really in love at all....
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
Cooking is at once child's play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, or a new country.
For love is ever the beginning of Knowledge, as fire is of light.
We give thanks to God always for you all, making mention of you in our prayers; Remembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labour of love, and patience of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ, in the sight of God and our Father; Knowing, brethren beloved, your election of God.
Honest labor bears a lovely face.
Language. I loved it. And for a long time I would think of myself, of my whole body, as an ear.
Oh, stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay, Nor quit for me the trembling spray, A hapless lover courts thy lay, Thy soothing, fond complaining.
Musical cherub, soar, singing, away! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy swelling-place-- O, to abide in the desert with thee!
Laugh, and be fat, sir, your penance is known. They that love mirth, let them heartily drink, 'Tis the only receipt to make sorrow sink.
We cannot really love anyone with with whom we never laugh.
The first duty of a leader is to make himself be loved without courting love. To be loved without 'playing up' to anyone - even to himself.
There is the love of knowing without the love of learning; the beclouding here leads to dissipation of mind.
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom. - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, And shot my being through earth, sea, and air, Possessing all things with intensest love, O liberty! my spirit felt thee there.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
What light is to the eyes--what air is to the lungs--what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
I would rather belong to a poor nation that was free than to a rich nation that had ceased to be in love with liberty.
I love vast libraries; yet there is a doubt, If one be better with them or without,-- Unless he use them wisely, and, indeed, Knows the high art of what and how to read.
Some on commission, some for the love of learning, some because they have nothing better to do or because they hope these walls of books will deaden the drumming of the demon in their ears.