Quotes
Quotes about Love
There can be a fundamental gulf of gracelessness in a human heart which neither our love nor our courage can bridge.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Yes, we love peace, but we are not willing to take wounds for it, as we are for war. - Wisdom in Small Doses.
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. - "Trees".
He who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
Wagner has lovely moments but awful quarters of an hour.
"You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why did you make me knock?" Oh that was yesterday, saints above! And last nightâI changed the lock!.
Friends love misery, in fact. Sometimes, especially if we are too lucky or too successful or too pretty, our misery is the only thing that endears us to our friends.
If misery loves company, misery has company enough.
Misery loves company, but company does not reciprocate.
I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell And gave him what becomed love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.
The love of money is the root of all evil.
Those who have some means think that the most important thing in the world is love. The poor know that it is money.
Money is like love; it kills slowly and painfully the one who withholds it, and enlivens the other who turns it on his fellow man.
I'm tired of love, I'm still more tired of rhyme, but money gives me pleasure all the time.
I am in love with Montana . . . Montana seems to me to be what a small boy would think Texas is like from hearing Texans.
If we work upon marble it will perish. If we work upon brass time will efface it. If we rear temples they will crumble to dust. But if we work upon men's immortal minds, if we imbue them with high principles, with the just fear of God and love of their fellow men, we engrave on those tablets something which no time can efface, and which will brighten and brighten to all eternity.
Lend me thy pen To write a word In the moonlight. Pierrot, my friend! My candle's out, I've no more fire;-- For love of God Open thy door! [Fr., Au clair de la lune Mon ami Pierrot, Prete moi ta plume Pour ecrire un mot; Ma chandelle est morte, Je n'ai plus de feu, Ouvre moi ta porte, Pour l'amour de Dieu.]
You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover. You are the bloom, the bee, the OerHoverer. You are the child, the bond and the mother. You are the Love, the Beloved, the Lover. (to our mother).
There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
A woman's love Is mighty, but a mother's heart is weak, And by its weakness overcomes.
And say to mothers what a holy charge Is theirs--with what a kingly power their love Might rule the fountains of the new-born mind.
A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.
