A friend is someone who knows you and loves you just the same.
The only leaders Labour loves are dead ones.
No creature loves an empty space; Their bodies measure out their place.Andrew Marvell
Nobody loves a bad teacher.
I hug my children to death, I get in bed with them at night and hug them. And I always say: "Who loves you most in the whole wide world?" And they always say: "Mummy".Princess of Wales Diana
Invite the man that loves thee to a feast, but let alone thine enemy.hesiod
The mother's first kiss teaches the child love; the first holy kiss of the woman he loves teaches man hope and faith in life.Giuseppe Mazzini
The most extravagant idea that can be born in the head of a political thinker is to believe that it suffices for people to enter, weapons in hand, among a foreign people and expect to have its laws and constitution embraced. No one loves armed missionaries; the first lesson of nature and prudence is to repulse them as enemies.maximilien robespierre
The cruelest lies are often told in silence. A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator. And how many loves have perished because, from pride, or spite, or diffidence, or that unmanly shame which withholds a man from daring to betray emotion, a lover, at the critical point of the relation, has but hung his head and held his tongue?Robert Louis Stevenson
But I account it worthAll pangs of fair hopes crost—All loves and honors lost,—To gain the heavens, at costOf losing earth.theodore tilton
The Sestos and Abydos of her breasts Not of two lovers, but two loves the nests.john donne
Both in verse and in prose [Karl] Shapiro loves, partly out of indignation and partly out of sheer mischievousness, to tell the naked truths or half-truths or quarter-truths that will make anybody’s hair stand on end; he is always crying: “But he hasn’t any clothes on!” about an emperor who is half the time surprisingly well-dressed.Randall Jarrell
I dared not dream she loved me. Nay, Her love was proud; and pride is loth To look with favor, own it fond Of one the world loves not to-day … No matter if she loved or no, God knows I loved enough for both, And knew her as you shall not know Till you have known sweet death, and you Have cross'd the dark; gone over to The great majority beyond.joaquin miller
But is there any comfort to be found? Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?William Butler Yeats
Santa Claus is anyone who loves another and seeks to make them happy; who gives himself by thought or word or deed in every gift that he bestows; who shares his joys with those who are sad; whose hand is never closed against the needy; whose arm is ever outstretched to aid the week; whose sympathy is quick and genuine in time of trouble; who recognizes a comrade and brother in every man he meets upon life's common road; who lives his life throughout the entire year in the Christmas spirit.
O, love is the soul of a true Irishman; He loves all that's lovely, loves all that he can, With his sprig of shillelagh and shamrock so green.
Oh, why should vows so fondly made, Be broken ere the morrow, To one who loves as never maid Loved in this world of sorrow?james hogg
All summer she scattered the daisy leaves; They only mocked her as they fell. She said: "The daisy but deceives; 'He loves me not,' 'he loves me well,' One story no two daisies tell." Ah foolish heart, which waits and grieves Under the daisy's mocking spell.helen hunt jackson
A 4-year-old reading a book about a talking bear, or in my case a bear that hugs trees, it's an innocent little fantasy. If a child loves picking up that book every night, I think the positive outweighs the negative - if there is any negative. I'd strongly argue there isn't.
A pandeist scientist or philosopher studying the Universe is not necessarily irrational, nor is he or she particularly distinguishable, from an atheist scientist or philosopher who loves the subject of his or her work.
She hath wasted with fire thine high places, She hath hidden and marred and made sad The fair limbs of the loves, the fair faces Of gods that were goodly and glad. She slays, and her hands are not bloody; She moves as a moon in the wane, White-robed, and thy raiment is ruddy, Our Lady of Pain.algernon charles swinburne