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Non enim facile de his, quos plurimum diligimus, turpitudinem suspicamur. We donoteasilysuspectevil ofthosewhomwelovemost.
Like finding oneself pregnant and trying to fall in love as quicklyas possible.
Don't knock masturbation. It's sex with someone I love.
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart; Girls aren't like that. See Byron181:73.
Liquide constet inter virum et uxorem amorem sibi locum vindicare non posse. It is clearly certain that between man and wife love can claim no place.
The sadness of the women's movement isthat they don't allow the necessity of love. See, I don't personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.
Candida me docuit nigras odisse puellas. Odero si potero. Si non, invitus amabo. A white girl instructed me to hate black girls. I shall hate them if I can. If not, I shall love themagainst my will.
Lenten is come with love to toune.
Of alle chevalry to chose, the chef thyng alosed Is the lel layk of luf, the lettrure of armes. Choosing from all chivalrous actions, the chief things to praise Are the loyal sport of love and the lore of arms.
My Love in her attire doth show her wit, It doth so well become her; For every season she hath dressings fit, For winter, spring, and summer. No beauty she doth miss When all her robes are on; But beauty's self she is When all her robes are gone.
O ye'll tak the high road, and I'll tak the low road, And I'll be in Scotland afore ye, But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond.
Westron winde, when wilt thou blow, The smalle raine downe can raine? Christ if my love were in my armes, And I in my bed againe.
Make love, not war.
Vous savez bien que l'amour, c'est avant tout le don de soi! Above all, you must understand that love is the gift of oneself!
Salud, Dinero, AmoryTiempo. Health,Wealth, Loveand Time to enjoy them.
Faire l'amour avec une femme qui ne vous pla|"t pas, c'est aussi triste que de travailler. To make love with a woman whom you do not like is as sad as going to work.
Entitlement spendingthe politics of greed wrapped in the language of love.
Young children [are] sooner allured by love than driven by beating to attain good learning.
There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.
In our anguish we struggle To elude Him, to lie to Him, yet His love observes His appalling promise; His predilection As we wander and weep is with us to the end, Minding our meanings, our least matter dear to Him.
There is no love; There are only the various envies, all of them sad.
I'll love you dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven starsgo squawking Like geese about the sky.
O tell me the truth about love. When it comes, will it come without warning Just as I'm picking my nose? Will it knock on my door in the morning, Or tread in the bus on my toes?
Dilige et quod vis fac. Love, and do what you like
Do not plan long journeys, because whatever you believe in you have already seen.When a thing is everywhere, the way to find it is not to travel but to love.
Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then. It is something to think of, and gives her a sort of distinction among her companions.
It is not granted to man to love and to be wise.
There is no passion in the mind of man so weak, but it mates and mastersthefearofdeath. And therefore death is no such terrible enemy, when a man hath so many attendants about him that can win the combat of him. Revenge triumphs over death; love slights it; honour aspireth to it; grief flieth to it.
For it isa true Rulethat Love is ever rewarded, either with the reciproque, or with an inward and secret contempt.
The speaking in perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love.
A crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but atinkling cymbal, wherethere isno love. See Bible121:9.
Women are programmed to love completely, and men are programmed to spread it around.
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'Oh, mother, mother, mak my bed, And mak it saft and narrow; My love has died for me to-day, I'll die for him tomorrow.'
O waly, waly up the bank, And waly, waly doun the brae, And waly, waly yon burn-side Where I and my love wont to gae. I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree; But first it bow'd, and syne it brake Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly, gin love be bonnie A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld And fades awa' like morning dew. O wherefore should I busk my heid, O wherefore should I kame my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never lo'e me mair.
L'amour n'est pas seulement un sentiment, il est un art aussi. Love is not only a feeling; it is also an art.
But had I wist, before I kiss'd, That love had been sae ill to win. I'd lock'd my heart in a case o'gowd, And pinn'd it wi'a siller pin.
L'amour a son instinct, il sait trouver le chemin du coeur comme le plus faible insecte marche a' sa fleur avec une irre sistible volonte qui ne s'e pouvante de rien. Love has its own instinct. It knows how to find the road to the heart just as the weakest insect moves towarditsflowerbyanirresistiblewillwhichfearsnothing.
Luff is off sae mekill mycht, That it all paynis makis lycht.
Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex.
The distinction between children and adults, while probably useful for some purposes, is at bottom a specious one,Ifeel.Thereare only individual egos, crazy for love.
La volupte unique et supre" me de l'amour g|"t dans la certitude de faire le mal. The unique, supreme pleasure of love consists in the certainty of doing evil.
L'e" tre le plus prostitue , c'est l'e" tre par excellence, c'est Dieu, puisqu'il est l'ami supre" me pour chaque individu, puisqu'il est le re servoir commun, ine puisable de l'amour. The most prostituted being, the Being par excellence, is God, since he is supreme friend to every individual, since he is the common, inexhaustible reservoir of love.
Boire sans soif et faire l'amour en tout temps, Madame, il n'y a que c° a qui nous distingue des autres be" tes. We drink when we are not thirstyand make love at any time, Madam. These are the only things which distinguish us from other animals.
Those have most power to hurt us that we love.
What art thou that dost creep into my breast And dar'st not see my face? Show forth thyself. I feel a pair of fiery wings displayed Hither, from thence.You shall not tarry there; Up and begone. If thou beest love, begone.
You will soon hate me as much as you love me now, for you assume an authority in the affairs of the church to which I shall never assent.
The Englishmay not likemusicbuttheyabsolutely love the noise it makes.
The critic who justly admires all kinds of things simultaneously cannot love any one of them.
Be just, my lovely swain, and do not take Freedoms you'll not to me allow; Or give Amynta so much freedom back That she may rove as well as you. Let us then love upon the honest square, Since interest neither have designed. For the sly gamester, who ne'er plays me fair, Must trick for trick expect to find.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Je n'e cris point d'amour, n'estant point amoureux, Je n'e cris de beaute , n'aiant belle maistresse, Je n'e cris de douceur, n'esprouvant que rudesse, Je n'e cris de plaisir, me trouvant douloureux. I cannot write of love, as I am not in love, I cannot write of beauty, as I have no beautiful mistress, I cannot write of sweetness, as I experience nothing but hardship, I cannot write of pleasure, as I am always in pain.
I have fallen in love with American names, The sharp, gaunt names that never get fat, The snakeskin-titles of mining-claims, The plumed war-bonnet of Medicine Hat, Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.
'Bah!', she said,'With people like you, love only means onething.' 'No,' hereplied.'It meanstwenty things, but it doesn't mean nineteen.'
I emerged at last, stumbled a few steps in the mud and then I saw it: an ethereal mountain emerging from a tossing sea of clouds framed between two dark barracksa massive, blue-black tooth of sheer rock inlaid with azure glaciers, austere yet floating fairy-like on the near horizon. It was the first17,000-foot peak I had ever seen. I stood gazing until the vision disappeared among the shifting cloud banks. For hours afterwards I remained spell-bound. I had definitely fallen in love.
L'enfer, Madame, c'est de ne plus aimer. Hell, Madam, is to no longer love.
A Canadian is somebody who knows how to make love in a canoe.
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming round our feet; Red hair she had and golden skin, Her sulky lips were shaped for sin, Her sturdy legs were flannel-slack'd, The strongest legs in Pontefract.
And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her.
Thou shalt not avenge, nor bear any grudge against the children of thy people, but thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself: I am the L.
Hear,O Israel: the L our God is one L: And thou shalt love the L thy God with all thy soul, and with all thy might.
Saul and Jonathan were lovelyand pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided: they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women. How are the mighty fallen, and the weapons of war perished!
Better is little with the fear of the L than great treasure and trouble therewith. Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
Open rebuke is better than secret love. Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemyare deceitful.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: Atimeto be born, and atimeto die; atimetoplant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; Atimetoweep, and atimeto laugh; atimetomourn, and a time to dance: A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. As the lilyamong thorns, so is my love among the daughters.
He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.
Love isstrong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods drown it: if a man would give all the substance of his house for love, it would utterly be contemned.
The L hath appeared of old unto me, saying,Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
By this also ye must know that women have dominion over you: doye not labourand toil, and give and bring all to the woman? Yea, a man taketh his sword, and goeth his way to rob and to steal, to sail upon the sea and upon rivers; And looketh upon a lion, and goeth in the darkness; and when he hath stolen, spoiled, and robbed, he bringeth it to his love.
Ye have heard that it hath been said,Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hatethineenemy.But Isayuntoyou,Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to themthat hate you, and pray for them whichdespitefully use you, and persecute you.
Nomancanservetwomasters: foreitherhewill hatethe one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other.Ye cannot serve God and mammon.
Jesus said unto him,Thou shalt love the Lord Thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it,Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.
A new commandment I give unto you,That ye love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another. By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.
This is my commandment,That ye love one another, as I have loved you.Greater lovehathnomanthanthis, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Render therefore to all their dues: tribute to whom tribute is due; custom to whom custom; fear to whom fear; honour to whom honour.Owe no man any thing, but to love one another: for he that loveth another hath fulfilled the law.
Love workethno ill tohisneighbour: therefore love isthe fulfilling of the law.
But the fruit of the Spirit islove, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
That he would grant you, according to the riches of his glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man;That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.
For the love of money is the root of all evil.
For God hath not given us thespirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God.
But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?
Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God. He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.
Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.
I have somewhat against thee, becausethou hast left thy first love.
Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, Butwhy did you kick me downstairs?
A man who any woman might love, but who no sane woman would marry.
How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
Does the eagle know what's in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the mole? Can wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl.
For Mercy has a human heart Pity a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
And all must love the human form, In heathen,Turk or Jew; Where mercy, Love and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too.
Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
Never pain to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly.
Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair.
Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease And builds a hell in heaven's despite.
O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A chapel was built in the midst Where I used to play on the green.
She was an Amazon. Her whole life was spent riding at breakneck speed towards the wilder shores of love.
Dance on this ball-floor thin and wan, Use him as though you love him; Court him, elude him, reel and pass, And let him hate you through the glass.
The peace of God, which passeth all understanding, keepyourheartsandmindsintheknowledgeand love of God, and of his Son Jesus Christ our Lord: And the blessing of God Almighty, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, be amongst you and remain with you always. Amen.
We bless thee for our creation, preservation, and all the blessings of this life; but above all for thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace, and for the hope of glory.
Almighty God, unto whomall hearts be open, all desires known, and from whom no secrets are hid: Cleanse the thoughts of our hearts by the inspiration of thy Holy Spirit, that we may perfectly love thee, and worthily magnify thy holy Name; through Christ our Lord. Amen.
For Ithe Lord thy God ama jealous God, and visitthesins ofthefathersuponthe childrenuntothethird and fourth generation of them that hate me, and shew mercy unto thousands in them that love me and keep my commandments.
To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth.
To love, cherish, and to obey.
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done. See Lyly 523:12.
So sweet love seemed that April morn, When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange We thought that love could never change. But I can telllet truth be told That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.
[They] will fearlessly commit both parties to favor mother love and the protection of the whooping crane, and to oppose the man-eating shark and the more unpopular forms of sin.
Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff.
No government has the right to tell its citizens when or whom to love. The only queer people are those who don't love anybody.
I do not love thee, Dr Fell.
Straightway I was 'ware So weeping, how a mystic shape did move Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair And a voice said in mastery while I strove 'Guess now who holds thee!''Death', I said, but there The silver answer rang 'Not Death, but Love.'
If thou must love me, let it be for naught Except for love's sake only.
Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife Shut in upon itself, and do no harm In this close hand of love.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways! I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and Ideal Grace.
Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If love remains) In an English lane.
There they are, my fifty men and women Naming me the fifty poems finished! Take them, Love, the book and me together. Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.
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.
Youth means love, Vows can't change nature, priests are only men.
O lyric love half angel and half bird And all a wonder and a wild desire.
Love is a Dog from Hell.
It is the love of the people; it is their attachment to their government, from the sense of the deep stake they have in such a glorious institution, which gives you your army 168 and your navy, and infuses into both that liberal obedience, without which your army would be a base rabble, and your navy nothing but rotten timber.
By hating vices too much, they come to love men too little.
There's some are fou o' love divine; There's some are fou o' brandy.
Of a'the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the West; For there the bonie Lassie lives, The Lassie I lo'e best.
My love she's but a lassie yet, My love she's but a lassie yet; We'll let her stand a year or twa, She'll no be half sae saucy yet.
O my Luve's like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June; O my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my Dear, Till a'the seas gang dry. Till a'the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun: O I will love thee still, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run.
Butthislove ofoursisimmoderate, inordinate, and notto be comprehended inany bounds.It will notcontainitself within the union of marriage or apply to one object, but is a wandering, extravagant, a domineering, a boundless, an irrefragable, a destructive passion.
No cord norcable cansoforciblydraw, orhold sofast, as love can do with a twined thread.The scorching beams under the equinoctial or extremity of cold within the circle Arctic, where the very seas are frozen, cold or torrid zonecannot avoid orexpel thisheat, fury, and rage of mortal men.
L'absence est a' l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il e teint le petit, il allume le grand. Absence is to love what wind is to fire; It extinguishes the small, it kindles the great.
Love is a boy, by poets styled, Then spare the rod, and spoil the child.
For money has a power above The stars and fate, to manage love.
To live is like to loveall reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.
His love was passion's essence:as a tree On fire by lightning, with ethereal flame Kindled he was, and blasted.
But I have lived, and have not lived in vain: My mind may loose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain; But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire. Something unearthly, which they deem not of, Like the remembered tone of a mute lyre, Shall on their softened spirits sink, and move In hearts all rocky now the late remorse of love.
Oh! that desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her!
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man less, but nature more.
But sweeter still than this, than these, than all, Is first and passionate loveit stands alone, Like Adam's recollection of his fall; The tree of knowledge hath been pluck'dall's known And life yields nothing further to recall Worthy of this ambrosial sin, so shown, No doubt in fable, as the unforgiven Fire which Prometheus filch'd for us from heaven.
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence. SeeAmis14:84.
Eat, drink, and love; the rest's not worth a fillip.
My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive Into their west, and straight again revive, But soon as once set is our little light, Then must we sleep one ever-during night. See Catullus 200:5.
Por hembras yo no me pierdo. La que me empaca su amor pasa por el cernidor ysi te vi, no me acuerdo. I make no fuss about females. The one who gives me her love Gets sifted in my private sieve andI don't think we ever met.
Give me more love or more disdain; The torrid or the frozen zone: Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none.
His fellow creatures are still objects of reverence and love, though their basenesses are plainer to no eye than to his. To reconcile these contradictions is the task of all good men.
Tengo el impuro amor de las ciudades, y a este sol que ilumina las edades prefiero yo del gas las claridades. I have an impure love for cities, and I prefer the light coming from gaslamps rather than this sun that lights the ages.
Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus, rumoresque senum severiorum omnes unius aestimemus assis. Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love! Let us not give one penny if old men protest and disapprove.
The Louvre is the book in which we learn to read.
Alcohol islike love The first kissismagic, thesecond is intimate, the third is routine. After that you take the girl's clothes off.
That will not bring back the things we love: the high, clear days and the blue icecaps on the mountains; the lines of white poplars fluttering in the wind, and the long white prayer flags Nor shall we get back the smell of the beanfields; the sweet, resinous smell of deodar wood burning, or the whiff of a snow leopard at14,000 feet. Never. Never. Never.
But love a womman that she woot it nought, And she wol quyte it that thow shalt nat fele; Unknowe, unkist, and lost, that is unsought.
What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave.
Love wol nat been constreyned by maistrye. Whan maistrie comth, the God of Love anon Beteth his wynges, and farewel he isgon!
The city is old, out of step with the century, but age only seems to have quickened its elements Relics from the past continually pierce the present. Some dream of love survives the sandstone apartment houses.
There is always a forgotten thing, And love is not secure.
On ne s'e veille qu'au contact de l'amour. Et avant ce temps, on n'est que jardins sans douleurs, espaces fourmillant de corps e rotiques, champs de mers poissonneuses, chairs sans soucis. One wakes only tothetouch of love.Beforethen, we are only gardens without sorrows, spaces swarming with erotic bodies, landscapes of seas full of fish, flesh without cares.
If you don't love life you can't enjoy an oyster.
Medieval marriages were entirely a matter of property, and, as everyone knows, marriage without love means love without marriage.
A cocktail is to a glass of wine as rape is to love.
Loving your neighbour as much as yourself is practically bloody impossible You might as well have a commandment that states,'Thou shalt fly'.
Mystical grammar of amorous glances, Feeling of pulses the physic of love, Rhetorical courtings, and musical dances; Numbering of kisses arithmetic prove.
A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware.
Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness on the brain. 226
All thoughts, all passions, all delights Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
My young love said to me,'My brothers won't mind, And my parents won't slight you for your lack of kind.' Then she stepped away from me, and this she did say, 'It will not be long, love, till our wedding day.'
See how love and murder will out.
Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned, Nor Hell a fury, like a woman scorned.
Love's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined; A sickly flame, which if not fed expires; And feeding, wastes in self-consuming fires.
I remember my youth and the feeling that it will never come back any morethe feeling that I could last for ever, outlast thesea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effortto death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expiresand expires, too soon, too soonbefore life itself.
I believe that since my life began The most I've had is just A talent to amuse. Heigho, if love were all!
Ye fields of Cambridge, our dear Cambridge, say, Have ye not seen us walking every day? Was there a tree about which did not know The love betwixt us two?
Yield, then,O yield, that love may win The fort at last, and let life in.
In love's field was never found A nobler weapon than a wound.
Humanity i love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting it's there and sitting down on it.
my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give, singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height
because my father lived his soul love is the whole and more than all
L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle. The love that moves the sun and the other stars.
This wondrous miracle did Love devise, For dancing is love's proper exercise.
Dost thou not know that love respects no blood, Cares not for difference of birth or state?
I have no humour to marry; I love to lie o' both sides of the bed myself; and again, o'th'other side.
Education is impossible without love, without loving a few of the great men of the past.
Ce qu'on donne a' l'amour est a' jamais perdu. What one gives in love is forever lost.
J'ai ve cu d'aimer, j'ai donc ve cu de larmes. I lived to love. I lived, therefore, in tears.
Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was all for love, and a little for the bottle.
New York was no mere city. It was instead an infinitely romantic notion, the mysterious nexus of all love and money and power, the shining and perishable dream itself. To thinkof 'living'there was to reduce the miraculous to the mundane; one does not 'live'at Xanadu.
A few professional alienists understood his importance, but to most of the public he appeared as some kind of German sexologist, an exponent of free love who used big words to talk about dirty things. At least a decade would have to pass before Freud would have his revenge and seehisideas beginto destroysex in America forever.
Father of Peace, and God of love! We ownThy power to save, That power by which our Shepherd rose Victorious o'er the grave.
Filled with her love, may I be rather grown Mad with much heart than idiot with none.
Sweetest love I do not go, For weariness of thee, Nor in hope the world can show A fitter Love for me; But since that I Must die at last,'tis best, To use myself in jest Thus by feigned deaths to die.
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows, and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy motions lovers'seasons run? Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide Late schoolboys, and sour prentices, Go tell court-huntsmen that the King will ride, Call countryants to harvest offices; Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
For God's sake, hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five grey hairs, or ruined fortune flout, With wealth your state, your mind with arts improve, Take you a course, get you a place, Observe his honour, or his grace, Or the King's real, or his stamped face Contemplate; what you will, approve, So you will let me love.
Alas, alas, who's injured by my love? What merchant's ships have my sighs drowned? Who says my tears have overflowed his ground? When did my colds a forward spring remove? When did the heats which my veins fill Add one more to the plaguey bill? Soldiers find wars, and lawyers find out still Litigious men, which quarrels move, Though she and I do love.
He which hath business, and makes love, doth do Such wrong, as when a married man doth woo.
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks: With silken lines, and silver hooks. See Marlowe 553:17, Raleigh 677:98.
As virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls, to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, The breath goes now, and some say, no: 280 So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move; 'Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity of our love.
To what a cumbersome unwieldiness And burdenous corpulence my love had grown, But that I did, to make it less, And keep it in proportion, Give it a diet, made it feed upon That which love worst endures, discretion.
Oh let me then His strange love still admire.
If you were to destroy in mankind the belief in immortality, not only love but every living force maintaining the life of the world would at once be dried up.
Love all God's creation, thewhole of it and every grainof sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God's lights. Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things.
I am the love that dare not speak its name.
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part; Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope: Like the day-dreams of melancholy men, I think and thinkon things impossible, Yet love to wander in that golden maze.
And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.
You seldom find him making love in any of his scenes or endeavouring to move the passions; his genius was too sullen and saturnine to do it gracefully, especially when he knew he came after those who had performed both to such an height.
Shakespeare was the Homer, or father of our dramatic poets;Jonson was theVirgil, the pattern of elaborate writing; I admire him, but I love Shakespeare.
Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are.
My love's a noble madness.
Moderate sorrow Fits vulgar love, and for a vulgar man: But I have lov'd with such transcendent passion, I soar'd, at first, quite out of reason's view, And now am lost above it.
My heart's so full of joy, That I shall do some wild extravagance Of love in public; and the foolish world, Which knows not tenderness, will think me mad.
The worst your malice can, Is but to say the greatest of mankind Has been my slave. The next, but far above him In my esteem, is he whom law calls yours, But whom his love made mine.
My whole life Has been a golden dream of love and friendship.
Politicians neither love nor hate.
Ovid, the soft philosopher of love.
But love's a malady without a cure.
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers'perjury. 292
And Antony, who lost the world for love.
Joy ruled the day, and Love the night.
Hatred isgeneralized, but love is for the particular.
Among my friends love is a payment. It is an old debt for a borrowing foolishly spent.
He that would be a painter must have a natural turn thereto.Love and delight are better teachers of the Art of Painting than compulsion is.
I have found it impossible to carry the heavy burden of responsibility, and to discharge my duties as King as I would wish, without the help and support of the woman I love.
The mother's yearning, thatcompletest type of the life in another life which is the essence of real human love, feels the presence of the cherished child even in the debased, degraded man.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
Amanisseldomashamedoffeeling that hecannot lovea woman so well when he sees a certain greatness in her: nature having intended greatness for men.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the hope and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought, So the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancing.
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
This is the use of memory: For liberationnot less of love but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the future as well as the past.
Next to the coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.
I know heisa devil, but hehassomethingoftheangel yet undefaced in him, which makes him so charming and agreeable that I must love him, be he never so wicked.
Whenlovegrows diseased,thebestthing we candoisto put it to a violent death. I cannot endure the torture of a lingering and consumptive passion.
Women's love is for their men, not for their children.
I hate all that don't love me, and slight all that do.
He must teach himself that the basest of all things isto be afraid and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop foranything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the old universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomedlove and honour and pityand compassion and sacrifice.
Wider comprehensions, deeper insights to the dead belong: Since for Love thou wakest not, sleeper, yet awake for sake of Song!
Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
What is commonly called love, namely the desire of satisfying a voracious appetite with a certain quantity of delicate white human flesh.
Iwas inlove with a beautiful blonde once, dear. She drove me to drink. That's the one thing I'm indebted to her for.
Any manwhose love of horses isstronger thanhis fear of being an absurdity is all right with me.
L'amour, croyait-elle, devait arriver tout a' coup, avec de grands e clats et des fulgurations. She believed that love should appear instantaneously, with the brilliance of a lightning storm.
From Russia with Love.
Love is a very papithatick thing as well as troublesom & tiresome but O Isabella forbid me to speak about it.
'Tis my destiny That you must either love, or I must die.
The poor cannot always reach those whom they want to love, and they can hardly ever escape from those whom they no longer love.
Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon.Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.
So two cheers for democracy: one because it admits varietyand two because it permits criticism. Two cheers are quite enough: there is no occasion to give three. Only Love the Beloved Republic deserves that.
La faim et l'amour sont les deux axes du monde. Hunger and love are the two axes of the world.
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; Where there is sadness, joy. O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek To be consoled as to console; To be understood as to understand; To be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
If you believe in the maternal instinct and fail at mother love, you fail as a woman. It is a controlling idea that holds us in an iron grip.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
We love the things we love for what theyare.
A girl must marry for love and keep on marrying until she finds it.
Some of us will fight and fight again to save the party we love.We will fight and fight againtobring back sanityand honestyand dignity, so that our party, with its great past, may retain its glory and its greatness.
Quiet book-learning in monasteries and ethereal music, sonnets and courtly lovethat stuff is all fantasyand veneer You couldn't afford to let the beauty of the thing seduce you too far or you forgot the truth and the truth was always hard as iron bloody bars.
I love metaphor the way some people love junk food.
L'orgueil sort du coeur le jour o u' l'amour y entre. Pride leaves the heart the moment love enters it.
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.
In time the Rockies may crumble Gibraltar may tumble They're only made of clay, But our love is here to stay.
Your children are not your children. Theyare the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They came through you but not from you And though theyare with you yetthey belong nottoyou. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies, but not their souls.
La sagesse n'est pas dans la raison, mais dans l'amour. Wisdom comes not from reason but from love.
For I have a song to sing,O! It is sung to the moon By a love-lorn loon, Who fled from the mocking throng,O! It's the song of a merryman moping mum, Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye!
and Ireally hopeno white person ever has causetowrite about me because they never understand Black love is Black wealth and they'll probably talk about my hard childhood and never understand that all the while I was quite happy
it's a sex object if you're pretty and no love or love and no sex if you're fat
During my seven years in office,I was in love with seventeen million French women I know this declaration will inspire irony and that English language readers will find it very French.
England's foreign policy should always be inspired by the love of freedom. There should be a sympathy with freedom, a desire to give it scope, founded not upon visionary ideas but upon the long experience of many generations within the shores of this happy isle, that in freedom one lays the firmest foundations both of loyalty and order.
Das Erste und Letzte, was vom Genie gefordert wird, ist Wahrheitsliebe. The first and thelastthingdemanded of geniusisthelove of truth.
It seemed to me pretty plain, that they had more of love than of matrimony in them.
Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.
I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
But there's no love lost between us.
I would that with sleepy, soft embraces The sea would fold mewould find me rest In luminous shades of her secret places, In depths where her marvels are manifest; So the earth beneath her should not discover My hidden couchnor the heaven above her As a strong love shielding a weary lover, I would have her shield me with shining breast.
A little season of love and laughter, Of light and life, and pleasure and pain, And horror of outer darkness after, And dust returneth to dust again. Then the lesser life shall be as the greater, And the lover of life shall join the hater, And the one thing cometh sooner or later, And no one knoweth the loss or gain.
I just don't believe in love at first sight any more, even though I've based my whole career on the concept.
O worship the King, all glorious above; O gratefully sing his power and his love: Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of Days, Pavilioned in splendour, and girded with praise.
Love shall come at your command Yet will not stay.
In love as in sport, the amateur status must be strictly maintained.
Julia: how Irishly you sacrifice Love to pity, pity to ill-humour, Yourself to love, still haggling at the price.
Love is a universal migraine A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason.
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.
Death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again for ever Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would no longer be the daily possibility of love dying.
Love taught me that your honour did but jest.
Gold schenkt die Eitelkeit, der rauhe Stolz, Die Freundschaft und die Liebe schenken Blumen. Gold is the gift of vanityand pride, Friendship and love offer flowers.
I saw that lack of love contaminates, You know I know you know I know you know.
What aterrifying reflection it is, by theway, that nearlyall our deep love for women who are not our kindred dependsat any rate, in the first instanceupon their personal appearances. If we lost them, and found them again dreadful to look on, though otherwise they were the very same, should we still love them?
Fish got to swim and birdsgot to fly I got to love one man till I die Can't help lovin'dat man of mine.
When I grow too old to dream Your love will live in my heart.
It was better to love a woman than to be a graduate, or a parson; ay, or a pope!
When love congeals It soon reveals The faint aroma of performing seals, The double-crossing of a pair of heels. I wish I were in love again!
The love of posterity is a consequence of the necessity of death. If a man were sure of living forever here, he would not care about his offspring.
The love of liberty isthelove ofothers; thelove of power is the love of ourselves.
The dupe of friendship, and the fool of love; have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.
Love is mutually feeding each other, not one living on another like a ghoul.
Love, you shall perfect for me this child Whose small imperfect limits would keep breaking: Within new limits now, arrange the world And square the circle: four walls and a ring.
My poor scapegoat, I almost love you but would have cast, I know, the stones of silence.
The movie-makers are able to put more reality into a picture about theterrors of life at the ocean bottom than into a tale of two Milwaukeeans in love.
Alle kr a« ftige Menschen lieben das Leben All great, powerful souls love life.
Ich kenn es wohl, dein Missgeschick: Verfehltes Leben, verfehlte Liebe! I know it well, your mishap: A missed life, a missed love!
There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, thanthemanwho has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
If you liked Beirut, you'll love Mogadishu.
Love is a fanclub with only two fans.
Louers be war and tak gude heid about Quhome that ye lufe, for quhome ye suffer paine. I lat yow wit, thair is richt few thairout Quhome ye may traist to haue trew lufe agane.
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back; Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I lacked any thing.
King of glory, King of peace I will loveThee And that love may never cease, I will moveThee.
O mighty love! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.
'You must sit down,'says Love,'and taste my meat,' So I did sit and eat.
But ah! if empty dreams so please, Love give me more such nights as these.
Wealth cannot make a life, but Love.
Soul of my lie, and fame! Eternal lamp of love! whose radiant flame Out-glares the Heav'ns Osiris; and thy gleams Out-shine the splendour of his mid-day beams.
Let others drink thee freely; and desire Thee and their lips espous'd; while I admire, And love thee; but not taste thee. Let my Muse Fail of thy former helps; and only use Her inadult'rate strength: what's done by me Hereafter, shall smell of the lamp, not thee.
So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying.
Go happy rose, and interwove With other flowers, bind my love. Tell her too, she must not be, Longer flowing, longer free, That so oft has fetter'd me.
We must have a weak spot or two in a character before we can love it much.
The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform.
Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well I did behave.
Here of a Sunday morning My love and I would lie, And see the coloured counties, And hear the larks so high About us in the sky.
A wise nation preserves its records, gathers up its muniments, decorates the tombs of its illustrious dead, repairs its great public structures, and fosters national pride and love of country, by perpetual references to the sacrifices and glories of the past.
Le premier sympto" me de l'amour vrai chez un jeune homme, c'est la timidite , chez une jeune fille, c'est la hardiesse. The first symptom of true love in a young man istimidity; in a young woman, it is boldness.
She canoverpower, astonish, afflict, but she cannot win; her majestic presence and commanding features seem to disregard love, as a trifle to which they cannot descend.
'No love,'quoth he,'but vanity, sets love a task like that.'
You learn to love by lovingby paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done.
To love is to be a fish. My boat wallows in the sea. You who are free, rescue the dead.
I feared for her as I loved her, and the fear intensified the love.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant, insufferable master.
Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it.
Love'slikethemeaslesalltheworsewhenitcomeslate in life.
The love of life is necessary to the vigorous prosecution of any undertaking.
Love is only one of many passions.
Always,Sir, set a highvalue onspontaneouskindness.He whose inclination prompts him to cultivate your friendship of his own accord, will love you more than one whom you have been at pains to attract to you.
Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.
For Love's sake, kiss me once again, I long, and should not beg in vain, Here's none to spy, or see; Why do you doubt, or stay? I'll taste as lightly as the Bee, That doth but touch his flower, and flies away. Once more, and (faith) I will be gone: Can he that loves, ask less than one?
Come, let us here enjoy the shade; For love in shadow best is made. Though envy oft his shadow be, None brooks the sunlight worse than he.
I am a feminist, and what that means to me is much the same as the meaning of the fact that I am Black: it means that I must undertake to love myself as though my very life depends upon self-love and self-respect.
Greater lovethanthis,hesaid, nomanhaththat a manlay down his wife for his friend.Go thou and do likewise. Thus, or words to that effect, saith Zarathustra, sometime regius professor of French letters to the university of Oxtail.
When I behold, upon the night's starred face Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour, That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love;then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness so sink.
She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew; And sure in language strange she said, 'I love thee true.'
Love in a hut, with water and a crust, IsLove, forgive us!cinders, ashes, dust; Love in a palace is perhaps at last More grievous torment than a hermit's fast.
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
New every morning is the love Our wakening and uprising prove.
I'm going to visit every country in the world, eat all the food of the world, drink all the drink of the worldand, I hope, make love to every woman in the world. Then I might get a good night's sleep.
Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers Struggles the light that is love to the flowers; And, softer than slumber and sweeter than singing, The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing. The silver-voiced bell-birds, the darlings of daytime! They sing in September their songs of the May-time.
The bird onthebranch, thelily inthemeadow, thestag in the forest, the fish in the sea, the countless joyful creatures sing,God is Love. But beneath all these sopranos, as it were a sustained bass part, is the De profundis of the Sacrificed,God is Love.
It may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can keep him from lynching me, and I think that's pretty important.
Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend.
Land of our birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our place, As men and women with our race.
Howdarehemake lovetomeand not be a married man?
Quelque rigueur qui loge en votre coeur, Amour s'en peut un jour rendre vainqueur. That little harshness which resides in your heart, Love will vanquish someday.
Une femme insensible est celle qui n'a pas encore vu celui qu'elle doit aimer. Adispassionatewomanisonewhohasyettoseetheone she should love.
Le temps, qui fortifie les amitie s, affaiblit l'amour. Time, which strengthens friendships, weakens love.
L'amour et l'amitie s'excluent l'un l'autre. Love and friendship exclude one another.
L'amour qui na|"t subitement est le plus long a' gue rir. Love which strikes suddenly takes the longest to cure.
J'ai bien besoin d'avoir cette femme, pour me sauver du ridicule d'en e" tre amoureux. I need to possess this woman in order to save myself from the absurdity of being in love with her.
L'amour e tait toujours me" le aux affaires et les affaires a' l'amour. Love has always mixed with politics and politics with love.
Amour est un e trange ma|"tre. Heureux qui peut ne le conna|"tre Que par re cit, lui ni ses coups! Love is a cruel conqueror. Happy is he who knows him through stories And not by his blows!
Tout est myste' re dans l'Amour. Everything about love is a mystery.
The rogue gives you Love Powders, and then a strong horse drench to bring 'em off your stomach that they mayn't hurt you.
Ceremony is an invention to take off the uneasy feeling which we derive from knowing ourselves to be less the object of love and esteem with a fellow-creature than some other person is. It endeavours to make up, by superior attentions in little points, for that invidious preference which it is forced to deny in the greater.
Music is Love in search of a word.
Not Eve, whose fault was only too much love, Which made her give this present to her dear, That what she tasted he likewise might prove, Whereby his knowledge might become more clear; He never sought her weakness to reprove With those sharp words which he of God did hear; Yet men will boast of knowledge, which he took From Eve's fair hand, as from a learned book.
'Counseilleth me, Kynde,'quod I,'what craft be best to lerne?' 'Lerne to love,'quod kynde,'and leef alle othere.'
On me your voice falls as they say love should, Like an enormous yes.
Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.
The love of justice in most men is simply the fear of suffering injustice.
Keep right on to the end of the road, Keep right on to the end. Tho'the way be long let your heart be strong, Keep right on round the bend. Tho' you're tired and weary Still journey on, till you come to your happy abode, Where all you love you've been dreaming of Will be there, at the end of the road.
My ambition is that men should have a voluptuous feeling when they look at the portraits I paint of women. Love interests me more than painting. My pictures are the love stories I tell to myself and which I want to tell others.
What do the facts we know about a man amount to? Only two things we can know of him, and this by pure soul-intuition: we can know if he is true to the flame of life and love which is inside his heart, or if he is false to it.
Making love is the sovereign remedy for anguish.
God is love, but get it in writing.
Such a morning it is when love leans through geranium windows and calls with a cockerel's tongue. 500
For I don't care too much for money, For money can't buy me love.
To be in love with a country or a political regime is a tricky business.You get your heart broken even more surely than by being in love with a person.
Themeasure of loveiswhatoneiswilling togiveup for it.
Gratitude looks to the past and love to the present: fear, avarice, lust and ambition look ahead.
To George F. Babbitt, as to most prosperous citizens of Zenith, his motor car was poetryand tragedy, love and heroism. The office was his pirate ship but the car his perilous excursion ashore.
Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free; Angels along that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Thus did they live:Thus did they love, Repeating only joys above; And Angels were, but with clothes on, Which they would put off cheerfully, To bathe them in the galaxy, Then gird them with the Heavenly zone.
How alike are the groans of love to those of the dying.
If love be a god, why should not lovers be virtuous?
Yield, ladies, yield to love, ladies, which lurketh under your eyelids whilst you sleep and playeth with your heartstrings whilst you wake, whose sweetness never breedeth satiety, labour weariness, nor grief bitterness.
The love of our neighbour is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks, and rubbing phosphorescence out of the walls, and blowing our own breath in our own nostrils, instead of issuing to the fair sunlight of God, the sweet winds of the universe.
Ma thubhairt ar cainnt gu bheil a'chiall co-ionann ris a'ghaol chan fhior dhi. If our language has said that reason is identical with love, it is not speaking the truth.
It's no go my honey love, it's no go my poppet; Work your hands from day to day, the winds will blow the profit. The glassisfalling hourby hour, theglass will fall forever, But if you break the bloody glass, you won't hold up the weather.
So we thinkof Marilyn who was every man's love affair with America, Marilyn Monroe who was blonde and beautiful and had a sweet little rinky-dink of a voice and all the cleanliness of all the clean American backyards.
Herein may be seen noble chyvalrye, curtosye, humanyte , frendlynesse, hardynesse, love, frendshyp, cowardyse, murdre, hate, vertue, and synne.
Ist die Liebe das Beste im Leben, so ist in der Liebe das Beste der Kuss. If love is the best thing in life, then the best part of love is the kiss.
Why haven't Igot a real'home'a real lifewhyhaven't Igot a Chinesenurse with green trousers and two babies who rush at me and clasp my knees? I'm not a girlI'm a woman. I want thingsall this love and joy that fights for outletand all this life drying up, like milk in an old breast.
Plus j'ai d'amour plus j'ai de fa" cherie. The more I love, the more I quarrel. '
L'amour n'est pas un feu que l'on tient dans la main. Love is not a flame that one holds in the hand. '
We sing the love of danger.Courage, rashness, and rebellion are the elements of our poetry. Hitherto literature has tended to exalt thoughtful immobility, ecstasy, and sleep, whereas we are for aggressive movement, febrile insomnia, mortal leaps, and blows with the fist.We proclaim that the world is richer for a new beautyof speed, and our praise isfor themanat the wheel. There is no beauty now save in struggle, no masterpiece can be anything but aggressive, and hence we glorify war, militarism and patriotism.
The life that I have is all that I have and the life that I have is yours The love that I have of the life that I have Is yours and yours and yours.
A god is not so glorious as a king. I think the pleasure they enjoy in Heaven, Cannot compare with kingly joys in earth. To wear a crown enchased with pearl and gold, Whose virtues carry with it life and death; To ask and have, command and be obeyed; When looks breed love, with looks to gain the prize, Such power attractive shines in princes'eyes!
And every warrior that is rapt with love Of fame, of valour, and of victory, Must needs have beauty beat on his conceits: I thus conceiving and subduing both, That which hath stopped the tempest of the gods, Even from the fiery-spangled veil of heaven, To feel the lovely warmth of shepherds'flames, And march in cottages of strowe' d weeds, Shall give the world to note, for all my birth, That virtue solely is the sum of glory, And fashions men with true nobility.
It lies not in our power to love, or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two are stripped, lo ere the course begin We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect. The reason no man knows, let it suffice, What we behold is censured by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight; Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. See Raleigh 677:98.
Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare: Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te. I do not love you, Sabidius, and I can't tell you why; all I can say is this, I don't love you.
My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires, and more slow, An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze. Two hundred to adore each breast: But thirty thousand to the rest. An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For Lady you deserve this state; Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone Could show me so divine a thing, Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown But vainly flapped its tinsel wing.
As lines so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite can never meet. Therefore the love which doth us bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.
To us love says humming that the heart's stalled motor has begun working again.
L'amour est un oiseau rebelle Que nul ne peut apprivoiser. Love's a bird that will live in freedom That no man ever learned to tame.
Though in many of its aspects this visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.
Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.
He fainted on his vengefulness, and strove To ape the magnanimity of love.
For singing till his heaven fills 'Tis love of earth that he instils, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which overflows.
After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?
Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.
Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing On the Morning of Christ's Nativity Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
We ourselves esteem not of that obedience, or love, or gift, which is of force: God therefore let him free, set before him a provoking object, ever almost in his eyes; herein consisted his merit, herein the right of his reward, the praise of his abstinence.
Our two first parents, yet the only two Of mankind, in the happy garden placed, Reaping immortal fruits of joy and love, Uninterrupted joy, unrivalled love In blissful solitude.
Nor turned I ween Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites Mysterious of connubial love refused: Whatever hypocrites austerely talk Of purity and place and innocence, Defaming as impure what God declares Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.
Love refines The thoughts, and heart enlarges, hath his seat In reason, and is judicious, is the scale By which to heav'nly love thou may'st ascend, Not sunk in carnal pleasure, for which cause Among the beasts no mate for thee was found.
She fair, divinely fair, fit love for gods.
O when meet now Such pairs, in love and mutual honour joined?
Linked in love so dear, To undergo with me one guilt, one crime, If any be, of tasting this fair fruit.
Love was not in their looks, either to God Or to each other.
Adorned She was indeed, and lovely to attract Thy love, not thy subjection.
Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possessed.
Likeall thevery young wetook it forgranted that making love is child's play.
Land is the only thing in the world worth working for, worth fighting for, worth dying for, because it's the only thing that lasts. It will come to you, this love of the land.
My dear and only love, I pray That little world of thee Be governed by no other sway Than purest monarchy.
Le gouvernement est comme toutes les choses du monde; pour le conserver, il faut l'aimer. Government is like everything else in the world; to conserve it, we must love it.
L'amour de la de mocratie est celui de l'e galite . Love of democracy is love of equality.
No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
Many things are unspoken In the life of a man, and with a place there is an unspoken love also in undercurrents, drifting, waiting its time.
It is a great help for a man to be in love with himself. For an actor, it is absolutely essential.
How soon country people forget.When they fall in love with a city it is forever, and it is like forever There, in a city, they are not so much new as themselves: their stronger, riskier selves.
There are two things no man will admit he can't do welldrive and make love.
One foot in Eden still, I stand And look across the other land. The world's great day isgrowing late, Yet strange these fields that we have planted So long with crops of love and hate.
All our failures are ultimately failures in love.
Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real. Love, and so art and morals, is the discovery of reality.
In war, as in love, we must come into contact before we can triumph.
No te juzgues incompleto porque no responden a tus ternuras; el amor lleva en s | su propia plenitud. Siempre que haya un hueco en tu vida, lle nalo de amor. Don't judge yourself incomplete when your tenderness gets no response; love carries within itself its own plenitude. Whenever there is a void in your life, fill it with love.
Perhapsthemost sublimeinsights oftheJewishprophets and the Christian gospel is the knowledge that since perfection is love, the apprehension of perfection is at once the means of seeing one's imperfections and the consoling assurance of grace which makes this realization bearable. This ultimate paradox of high religion is not an invention of theologians or priests. It is constantly validated by the most searching experiences of life.
He passed rapidly through his marriages toVirginia Cherrill,Barbara Huttonand Betsy Drakeand filled inthe lonely gaps between them by falling in and out of love with most of his leading ladies, which, as his output of films was prodigious, underlined the excellence of his physical condition.
Go down to Kew in lilac-time (it isn't far from London!) And you shall wander hand in hand with love in summer's wonderland.
Sacred Heart o' Jesus, take away our hearts o' stone, and give us hearts o'flesh! Take away this murdherin' hate, an'give usThine own eternal love!
If love be treasure, we'll be wondrous rich.
These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink fromtheservice of his country; but hethat standsit now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.
Whose love isgiven over-well Shall look on Helen's face in hell Whilst they whose love is thin and wise Shall see John Knox in Paradise.
Four be the things I'd been better without: Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Roumania.
Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do). See Bible121:16.
L'on a beau se cacher a' soi-me" me, l'on aime toujours. We vainly conceal from ourselves the fact that we are always in love.
Of such wisdom, the poetic passion, the desire of beauty, the love of art for its own sake, has most. For art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highestquality toyourmomentsasthey pass,and simply for those moments'sake.
Love wakes men, once a lifetime each: They lift their heavy lids, and look; And, lo, what one sweet page can teach, They read with joy, then shut the book.
It was not like your great and gracious ways! Do you, that have naught other to lament, Never, my love, repent.
May I know by love and speak by silence.
But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.
What thing is love for (well I wot) love is a thing. It is a prick, it is a sting, It is a pretty, pretty thing; It is a fire, it is a coal Whose flame creeps in at every hole.
Thus our twin souls in one shall grow, And teach the world new love, Redeem the age and sex, and show A flame fate dares not move: And courting death to be our friend, Our lives, together too, shall end.
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.
Deeper and deeper, one's love of old friends; Fewer and fewer, one's dealings with young men.
There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.
Oh happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature, law: All then is full, possessing, and possessed, No craving void left aching in the breast.
Of all affliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget! How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, And love th'offender, yet detest th'offence? How the dear object from the crime remove, Or how distinguish penitence from love? 659
Alas! in truth the man but changed his mind, Perhaps was sick, in love, or had not dined.
In men, we various ruling passions find, In women, two almost divide the kind; Those, only fixed, they first or last obey The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.
He fell in love with himself at first sight and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Self-love seems so often unrequited.
And of the pangs of absence to remove By letters, soft interpreters of love.
What I speak, my fair Chloe, and what I write shows The difference there is betwixt Nature and Art: I court others in verse: but I love thee in prose: And they have my whimsies, but thou hast my heart.
Le bonheur est dans l'amour un e tat anormal. In love, happiness is abnormal.
L'amour, c'est l'espace et le temps rendus sensibles au c½ur. Love is space and time made tender to the heart.
The point is the seeingthe grace beyond recognition, the ways of the bird rising, unnamed, unknown, beyond the range of language, beyond its noun. Eyes open on growing, flying, happening, and go on opening. Manifold, the world dawns on unrecognizing, realizing eyes. Amazement is the thing. Not love, but the astonishment of loving.
Love only what you do, And not what you have done.
Why stir the wasps that rim Fame's luscious pot? Love costs us nothing, satire costs a lot!
Siehe, wir lieben nicht, wie die Blumen, aus einem einzigen Jahr; uns steigt, wo wir lieben, unvordenklicher Saft in dieArme. No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms when we love.
L'amour est un jeu, la poe sie est unjeu, la vie doit devenir un jeu (c'est le seul espoir de nos luttes politiques) et 'la re volution elle-me" me est unjeu', comme disaient les plus conscients des re volutionnaires de mai. Love is a game, poetry is a game, life should become a game (it's the only hope for our political struggles) and 'the revolution itself is a game', as the most aware of the May revolutionaries said.
I hold you six to four I love you with all my heart, if I would bet with other people I'm sure I could get ten to one.
Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms, I filled with love, and she all over charms, Both equally inspired with eager fire, Melting through kindness, flaming in desire; With arms, legs, lips, close clinging to embrace.
'Is there no more?' She cries.'All this to love, and rapture's due, Must we not paya debt to pleasure too?'
Dear Madam,You are stark mad, and therefore the fitter for me to love; and that is the reason I think I can never leave to beYour humble servant.
To pick out the wildest and most fantastical odd man alive, and to place your kindness there, is an act so brave and daring as will show the greatness of your spirit and distinguish you in love, as you are in all things else, from womankind.
There can be no danger in sweetness and youth Where love is secured by good nature and truth, On her beauty I'll gaze, and of pleasure complain, While every kind look adds a link to my chain.
An age in her embraces passed, Would seem a winter's day; Where life and light, with envious haste, Are torn and snatched away. But, oh how slowly minutes roll, When absent from her eyes That feed my love, which is my soul, It languishes and dies.
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years.
Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas, Star and angelsgave the sign.
Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: So this winged hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.
El amor siempre fabla mentiroso. Love is always a liar.
Those who dare to interpret God's will must never claim Him as an asset for one nation or group rather than another.War springs from the love and loyalty that should be offered to God being applied to some God substituteoneofthemostdangerousbeing nationalism.
The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most.
L'expe rience nous montre qu'aimer ce n'est point nous regarder l'un l'autre mais regarder ensemble dans la me" me direction. Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.
That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where you are.
For Esme with Love and Squalor.
L'amour, heurtant son front aveugle a' tous les obstacles de la civilisation. Love, knocking its blind forehead against all of civilization's obstacles.
L'homme qui a un peu use ses e motions est plus presse de plaire que d'aimer. The person who has used his emotions even a little is more anxious to please than to love.
Nulle cre ature humaine ne peut commander a' l'amour. No human being can give orders to love.
The poet must be free to love or hate as the spirit moves him, freeto change, freeto be a chameleon, freetobe an enfant terrible. He must above all never worry about his effect on other people.Power requires that one do just that all the time. Power requires that the inner person never be unmasked.No, we poetshavetogo naked. And since this is so, it is better that we stay private people; a naked public person would be rather ridiculous, what?
Car loi d'Amour est de l'un captiver, L'autre donner d'heureuse liberte . The law of love is to captivate one, And to give another joyous freedom.
Hidden in wonder and snow, or sudden with summer, This land stares at the sun in a huge silence Endlessly repeating something we cannot hear. Inarticulate, arctic, Not written on by history, emptyas paper, It leans away from the world with songs in its lakes Older than love, and lost in the miles. 722
And said I that my limbs were old, And said I that my blood was cold, And that my kindly fire was fled, And my poor withered heart was dead, And that I might not sing of Love?
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.
Danser, c'est de couvrir et recre er, surtout lorsque la danse est danse d'amour. C'est, en tout cas, le meilleur mode de connaissance. To dance is to discover and to recreate, above all when the dance is the dance of love. It is the best mode of knowledge.
Now I fold you down, my drunkard, my navigator, my first lost keeper, to love or look at later.
Wicked people means people who have no love: therefore they have no shame. They have the power to ask for love because they don't need it: they have the power to offer it because they have none to give. But we, who have love, and long to mingle it with the love of others: we cannot utter a word.You find that, don't you?
There is no love sincerer than the love of food.
There's almost as many different sorts of marriage as there's different sorts of people. There's the young things that marry for love, not knowing what they're doing, and the old things that marry for moneyand comfort and companionship. There's the people that marry for children. There's the people that don't intend to have children and that aren't fit to have them. There's the peoplethat marry becausethey're so much run after by the other sex that they have to put a stop to it somehow. There's the people that want to trya new experience, and the people that want to have done with experiences.
I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? 784
With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovestbut ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Chameleons feed on light and air: Poet's food is love and game.
The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want: worse need for them. The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom.
Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent: To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory,Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life,Joy, Empire and Victory.
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addressed, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air The soul of her beautyand love lay bare.
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
A pard-like Spirit, beautiful and swift A love in desolation masked;a Power Girt round with weakness;it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow;even whilst we speak Is it not broken? Shelley
Life may change, but it may fly not, Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed,but it returneth!
An oyster may be crossed in love!
'Tis no shame for men Of his high birth to love a wench; his honour May privilege more sins. Next to a woman, He loves a running-horse.
She was stricken with most obstinate love to a young man.
My true love hath my heart and I have his, By just exchange one for the other giv'n; I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driv'n.
Loving in truth, and vain in verse my love to show, That she (dear she) mighttake some pleasure of my pain, Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know; Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain.
[This] much curse I must send you, in the behalf of all poets, that while you live, you live in love, and never get favour for lacking skill of a sonnet, and, when you die, your memorydie fromthe earth for want of an epigraph.
When I was a boy the Sioux owned the world; the sun roseand set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle.Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them? What law have I broken? Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am a Sioux; because I was born where my father lived; because I would die for my country?
It requires less skill to love than to be loved.
Lo, thro' her works gay nature grieves How brief she is and frail, As ever o'er the falling leaves Autumnal winds prevail. Yet still the philosophic mind Consolatory food can find, And hope her anchorage maintain: We never are deserted quite; 'Tis by succession of delight That love supports his reign.
I tremble in this factory of books. What love he must have lost to write so much.
A friend who loved perfection would be the perfect friend, did not that love shut his door on me.
I recalled when I worked in the woods and the bars of Madras,Oregon. That short-haired joy and roughness Americayour stupidity. I could almost love you again.
Love invincible in battle.
She has made me in love with a cold climate, and frost and snow, with a northern moonlight.
A nice girl should only fall in love once in her life.
Their collected Hearts wound up with love, like little watch springs.
And all for love, and nothing for reward.
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower, No more doth flourish after first decay, That erst was sought to deck both bed and bower, Of manya lady, and many a paramour: Gather therefore the rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the rose of love, whilst yet is time, Whilst loving thou mayst love' d be with equal crime.
Nought so of love this looser dame did skill, But as a coal to kindle fleshly flame, Giving the bridle to her wanton will, And treading underfoot her honest name.
But as it falleth, in the gentlest hearts Imperious love hath highest set his throne, And tyrannizeth in the bitter smarts Of them, that to him buxom are and prone.
Most sacred fire, that burnest mightily In living breasts, ykindled first above, Amongst th'eternal spheres and lamping sky, And thence poured into men, which men call Love.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washe' d it away; Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. 'Vain man,'said she,'that doest in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalise, For I my self shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wipe' d out likewise.' 'Not so,'quod I,'let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternise, And in the heavens write your glorious name. Where when as death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.'
Open the temple gates unto my love, Open them wide that she may enter in.
Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!
NempeAmor nihil aliud est, quam Laeititia concomitante idea causae externae; et Odium nihil aliud est, quamTristitia concomitante idea causae externae. Love is nothing else than pleasure accompanied by the idea of anexternal cause; and hatepainaccompanied by the idea of an external cause.
Ex tertio cognitionis genere oritur necessarioAmor Dei intellectualis. From the third kind of knowledge [intuition] arises necessarily the intellectual love of God.
I vow to thee, my countryall earthly things above Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love.
L'amour est l'histoire de la vie des femmes, c'est un e pisode dans celle des hommes. Love is the story of a woman's life, but onlyan episode in the life of a man.
En cherchant la gloire, j'ai toujours espe re qu'elle me ferait aimer. I have pursued fame always in the hope of winning her love.
To saya man is fallen in love,or that he is deeply in love,or up to the ears in love,and sometimes even over head and ears in it,carries an idiomatical kind of implication, that love is a thing below a man:this is recurring again to Plato's opinion, which, with all his divinityship,I hold to be damnable and heretical:and so much for that. Let love therefore be what it will,my uncleToby fell into it.
Like a dull scholar, I behold, in love, An ancient aspect touching a new mind. It comes, it blooms, it bears its fruit and dies. This trivial trope reveals a way of truth. Our bloom isgone.We are the fruit thereof.
And you have only to look these happy couples in the face, to see they have never been in love, or in hate, or in any other high passion all their days.
Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with the stars to see, Bread I dip in the river There's the life for a man like me, There's the life for ever.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me. All I ask, the heaven above, And the road below me.
With all your might enjoy the spring flowers, But do not forget the time of our love and pride
'Tis love in love that makes the sport.
Love is the fart Of every heart: It pains a man when 'tis kept close, And others doth offend, when 'tis let loose.
Out upon it! I have loved Three whole days together; And am like to love three more, If it prove fair weather.
Love, that doth reign and live within my thought, And built his seat within my captive breast, Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought, Oft in my face he doth his banner rest.
We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath; Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowered closes, Green pleasure or grey grief.
For a dayand a night Love sang to us, played with us, Folded us round from the dark and the light; And our hearts were fulfilled with the music he made with us, Made with our hands and our lips while he stayed with us, Stayed in mid passage his pinions from flight For a dayand a night.
O Love,O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
'Tis not your work, but Love's. Love, unperceived, A more ideal Artist he than all, Came, drew your pencil from you, made those eyes Darker than the darkest pansies, and that hair More black than ashbuds in the front of March.
In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast; In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!
Man is the hunter; woman is his game: The sleek and shining creatures of the chase, We hunt them for the beauty of their skins; They love us for it, and we ride them down.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Ask me no more: what answer should I give? I love not hollow cheek or faded eye: Yet,O my friend, I will not have thee die! Ask me no more, lest I should bid thee live.
For love is of the valley, come thou down And find him; by the happy threshold, he, Or hand in hand with Plenty in the maize, Or red with spirited purple of the vats, Or foxlike in the vine; nor cares to walk With Death and Morning on the silver horns.
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.
Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.
Man, her last work, who seemed so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who rolled the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land; 844 Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Gigantic daughter of the West, We drink to thee across the flood, We know thee most, we love thee best, For art thou not of British blood?
And most of all would I flee from the cruel madness of love, The honey of poison-flowers and all the measureless ill.
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone; Maud And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.
O that 'twere possible After long grief and pain To find the arms of my true love Round me once again!
Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.
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.
To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of 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 aimable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes man.
It was my duty to have loved the highest; It surely was my profit had I known: It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it, Not Lancelot, nor another.
Ifell inlovethat istheonlyexpression Icanthinkofat once, and am still at the mercy of words, though sometimes now, knowing a little of their behaviour very well, I think I can influence them slightly and have even learned to beat them now and gain, which they appear to enjoy.
These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of Man, and in praise of God, and I'd be a damn'fool if they weren't.
This is no case of petty right or wrong That politicians or philosophers Can judge. I hate not Germans, nor grow hot With love of Englishmen, to please newspapers.
The sorrow of true love is a great sorrow And true love parting blackens a bright morrow.
Greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down his friends for his life.
Those who have courage to love should have courage to suffer.
To thinkofone's absent love is verysweet; but it becomes monotonous I doubt whether any girl would be satisfied with her lover's mind if she knew the whole of it.
Love is like any other luxury.You have no right to it unless you can afford it.
It is admitted that a novel can hardly be made interesting or successful without love It is necessary because the passion is one which interests or has interested all. Everyone feels it, has felt it, or expects to feel it.
We cannot have heroes to dine with us. There are none. And were those heroes to be had, we should not like themthe persons whom you cannot care for in a novel, because they are so bad, are the very same that you so dearly love in your life, becausetheyare so good.
Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.
Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of His bright face. When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity.
Omnia vincit amor. Love conquers all things. 882
The fate of poetry isto fall in love with the world, in spite of History.
Verse thus design'd has no ill fate, If it arrive but at the date Of fading beauty, if it prove But as long-liv'd as present love.
The relation between the human tongue, the human psyche and butterfat is not very complex. The first two love the third.
Love mixed with fear is sweetness.
Men are so romantic, don't you think? They look for a perfect partner when what they should be looking for is perfect love.
In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshedthey produced Michelangelo, Leonardo daVinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock.
I have been told, both in approval and accusation, that I seemto loveall mycharacters.What Idoinwriting of any character istotry toenter intothemind, heart and skinof a human being who is not myself.Whether this happens to be a man ora woman, old or young, with skin blackor white, the primary challenge lies in making the jump itself. It is the act of a writer's imagination that I set most high.
Love divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heav'n, to earth come down, Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown. Jesu, thou art all compassion, Pure unbounded love thou art; Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart.
Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light, Only I sigh for thy repose.
Beware you be not swallowed up in books! An ounce of love is worth a pound of knowledge.
Art should be independent of all clap-trapshould stand alone, and appeal totheartisticsense ofeye orear, without confounding this with emotions entirely foreign to it, as devotion, pity, love, patriotism and the like. All these have no kind of concern with it; and that is why I insist on calling my works 'arrangements'and 'harmonies'.
It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.
Shewould imprisonthe child inherhouseby theforceof love.
The essence of Christianity is the appeal to the life of Christ as a revelation of the nature of God and of his agency in the world. The record is fragmentary, inconsistent and uncertain But there can be no doubt as to the elements in the record that have evoked the best in human nature. The Mother, the Child and the bare manger: the lowly man, homeless and self- forgetful, with his message of peace, love and sympathy: the suffering, the agony, the tender words as life ebbed, the final despair: and the whole with the authority of supreme victory.
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, love, and so onand found that none ofthesefinally satisfy, or permanently wearwhat remains? Nature remains.
For what we cannot accomplish, what is denied to love, what we have lost in the anticipation a descent follows, endless and indestructible.
Love is that common tone shall raise his fiery head and sound his note.
Now thank we all our God, With heart and hands and voices, Who wondrous things hath done, In whom his world rejoices; Who from our mother's arms Hath blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, And still is ours to-day.
To strive for perfection is to kill love because perfection does not recognize humanity.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of kindness and of love.
I travelled among unknown men In lands beyond the sea; Nor England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee.
With little here to do or see Of things that in the great world be, Sweet Daisy! oft I talk to thee For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming commonplace Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which love makes for thee!
Oh! pleasant exercise of hope and joy! For mighty were the auxiliars which then stood Upon our side, we who were strong in love! Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!
What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light! He looked Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, in gladness lay Beneath him:Far and wide the clouds were touched, And in their silent faces he could read Unutterable love.
Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Before us lay a painful road, And guidance have I sought in duteous love From Wisdom's heavenly Father. Hence hath flowed Patience, with trust that, whatsoe'er the way Each takes in this high matter, all may move Cheered with the prospect of a brighter day.
Farewell, Love, and all thy laws forever, Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more.
Poetry in love is no more to be avoided than jealousy.
After yourdeathpeoplewill write of yourloveaffairs, but I shall say nothing, because I will remember how proud you were.
Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid metake love easy, asthe leavesgrow on thetree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid metake life easy, as thegrassgrows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.
When you are old and greyand full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly how Love fled And paced among the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
When we reach communism, will there still be cases of marriage without love?
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