quotations about love
True love begins in heaven's bower,
Unfolds on earth a perfect flower.
ARDELIA COTTON BARTON, "Love's Language"
Love ... like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.
HENRY WARD BEECHER, Proverbs from Plymouth Pulpit
Son, if a maiden love thee, thou shalt appear handsome in her sight; she shall praise thine eyes, and the corners of thy mouth, yea, she shall admire thy hands. Though thou wert even as the orangutan yet shall she paint thee with fancies.
GELETT BURGESS, The Maxims of Methuselah
A summer breeze can be very refreshing; but if we try to put it in a tin can so we can have it entirely to ourselves, the breeze will die. Our beloved is the same. He is like a breeze, a cloud, a flower. If you imprison him in a tin can, he will die. Yet many people do just that. They rob their loved one of his liberty, until he can no longer be himself. They live to satisfy themselves and use their loved one to help them fulfill that. That is not loving; it is destroying.
THICH NHAT HANH, Teachings on Love
Love's tendrils round the heart doth twine,
As round the oak doth cling the vine.
ARDELIA COTTON BARTON, "Love's Language"
To love is to destroy, and ... to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
CASSANDRA CLARE, City of Bones
You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so how could we take it back without asking?
JEANETTE WINTERSON, Written on the Body
To go through life without love is to travel through the world in a carriage with closed windows.
IVAN PANIN, Thoughts
Love is a moral drunkenness; and, whilst it lasts, the shrew seems gentle, the tigress a dove, the flirt constant, and the fiend an angel.
CHARLES WILLIAM DAY, The Maxims, Experiences, and Observations of Agogos
Love, in this world, is like a seed taken from the tropics, and planted where the winter comes too soon; and it cannot spread itself in flower-clusters and wide-twining vines, so that the whole air is filled with the perfume thereof. But there is to be another summer for it yet. Care for the root now, and God will care for the top by and by.
HENRY WARD BEECHER, Life Thoughts
Love is a spy who is plotting treason,
In league with that warm, red rebel, the Heart.
ELLA WHEELER WILCOX, "Communism"
One of the remarkable things about love is that, despite very irritating people writing poems and songs about how pleasant it is, it really is quite pleasant.
DANIEL HANDLER, as Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid
Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always wild!
JOHN GALSWORTHY, The Forsyte Saga
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves.
HARUKI MURAKAMI, Kafka on the Shore
When you get in love you are made all over again. The person who loves you has picked you out of the great mass of uncreated clay which is humanity to make something out of, and the poor lumpish clay which is you wants to find out what it has been made into. But at the same time, you, in the act of loving somebody, become real, cease to be a part of the continuum of the uncreated clay and get the breath of life in you and rise up. So you create yourself by creating another person, who, however, has also created you, picked up the you-chunk of clay out of the mass. So there are two you's, the one you create by loving and the one the beloved creates by loving you. The farther those two you's are apart the more the world grinds and grudges on its axis. But if you loved and were loved perfectly then there wouldn't be any difference between the two you's or any distance between them. They would coincide perfectly, there would be perfect focus, as when a stereoscope gets the twin images on the card into perfect alignment.
ROBERT PENN WARREN, Four Quarters, 1970
Frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
That word is love.
SOPHOCLES, Oedipus at Colonus
Love. My golly, it sells diapers, don't it!
DAVID MAMET, Goldberg Street: Short Plays and Monologues
Love is a kind of warfare.
OVID, The Art of Love
The world has little to bestow
Where two fond hearts in equal love are joined.
ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD, Delia
Love lives in sealed bottles of regret.
SEAN O'FAOLAIN, Saturday Evening Post, Aug. 13, 1966