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- Love is the master of our lives,
- And, e'en though happy subjects we,
- We're governed by his scepter strong
- Through time and through eternity.
ARDELIA COTTON BARTON, "Love's Melody"
- Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands;
- Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands.
- Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
- Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
ALFRED TENNYSON, Locksley Hall
It is a wonderful subduer, this need of love--this hunger of the heart--as peremptory as that other hunger by which Nature forces us to submit to the yoke, and change the face of the world.
GEORGE ELIOT, The Mill on the Floss
- Love--what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear,
- A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh,
- The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment,
- What concentrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love!
- For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind,
- The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords,
- The story without an end that angels throng to hear,
- The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart!
MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER, Proverbial Philosophy
Only love heals. Anger, guilt, and fear can only destroy.
Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.
GEORGE ELIOT, Silas Marner
- We often weep beneath Love's cross,
- But when she calls we her obey.
ARDELIA COTTON BARTON, "Love's Guide-Board"
We all have the seeds of love in us.We can develop this wonderful source of energy, nurturing the unconditional love that does not expect anything in return.
THICH NHAT HANH, Teachings on Love
Among all the many kinds of first love, that which begins in childish companionship is the strongest and most enduring: when passion comes to unite its force to long affection, love is at its spring-tide.
GEORGE ELIOT, Mr. Gilfil's Love Story
- Love speaks a language most sublime,
- Its idioms known in every clime.
ARDELIA COTTON BARTON, "Love's Language"
That adoration which a young man gives to a woman whom he feels to be greater and better than himself, is hardly distinguishable from religious feeling. What deep and worthy love is so? whether of woman or child, or art or music. Our caresses, our tender words, our still rapture under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm majestic statues, or Beethoven symphonies, all bring with them the consciousness that they are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression into silence, our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.
- Upon the roadway of my life,
- A guide-board I will leave of love,
- So those who follow in my steps
- May guided be to hills above.
ARDELIA COTTON BARTON, "Love's Guide-Board"
Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another! Not calculable by algebra, not deducible by logic, but mysterious, effectual, mighty as the hidden process by which the tiny seed is quickened, and bursts forth into tall stem and broad leaf, and glowing tasseled flower.
GEORGE ELIOT, Janet's Repentance
Love's language everywhere is known.
ARDELIA COTTON BARTON, "Love's Language"
We look at the one little woman's face we love, as we look at the face of our mother earth, and see all sorts of answers to our own yearnings.
There is in man's nature a secret inclination and motion towards love of others, which, if it be not spent upon some one or a few, doth naturally spread itself towards many, and maketh men become humane and charitable, as it is seen sometimes in friars. Nuptial love maketh mankind, friendly love perfecteth it, but wanton love corrupteth and embaseth it.
Young love-making--that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to--the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung--are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of finger-tips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust.
GEORGE ELIOT, Middlemarch
The stage is more beholding to love than the life of man. For as to the stage, love is ever matter of comedies and now and then of tragedies; but in life it doth much mischief, sometimes like a Siren, sometimes like a Fury.
- Great Love has many attributes, and shrines
- For varied worshippers, but his force divine
- Shows most its many-named fulness in the man
- Whose nature multitudinously mixed--
- Each ardent impulse grappling with a thought--
- Resists all easy gladness, all content
- Save mystic rapture, where the questioning soul
- Flooded with consciousness of good that is
- Finds life one bounteous answer.
GEORGE ELIOT, The Spanish Gypsy
Love was as hardwired into the structure of the universe as gravity and matter.
DAN SIMMONS, The Fall of Hyperion
- I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun,
- Causing a spring of virtues where he shines.
GEORGE CHAPMAN, All Fools
In order to be loved, we have to love, which means we have to understand.
THICH NHAT HANH, Teachings on Love
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