Love Quotes VIII

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LOVE QUOTES VIII

Love's dream, too, knows decay;
Awhile the soul-harp's wildly thrilling strain
Pours out those notes we ne'er forget again,
And the deep fountains of the heart burst forth
As if to gladden every spot of earth;
But O! it will not stay.

MARY T. LATHRAP, "Song of the Earth-Weary"

Two such as you with such a master speed
Cannot be parted nor be swept away
From one another once you are agreed
That life is only life forevermore
Together wing to wing and oar to oar.

ROBERT FROST, The Master Speed

Love is the Soul's exquisite vibrations....
Love is the Soul at song.

EDWIN LEIBFREED, "The Song of the Soul"

For misdirected love, the attainment of its object is, indeed, the best cure; but it cures as the guillotine cures headache.

IVAN PANIN, Thoughts

Marrying to increase love is like gaming to become rich; alas, you only lose what little stock you had before.

WILLIAM WYCHERLEY, The Country Wife

Love and marriage, love and marriage
Go together like a horse and carriage
Dad was told by mother
You can't have one without the other.

SAMMY CAHN, "Love and Marriage"

Caressing reassures lovers that their love endures.

WITTER BYNNER, "Rose-Time"

A man in love is incomplete until he has married--then he's finished.

ZSA ZSA GABOR, Newsweek, Mar. 28, 1960

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark
Whose worth's unknown, although its height be taken.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, sonnet cxvi

Love is moral even without legal marriage, but marriage is immoral without love.

ELLEN KEY, "The Morality of Woman"

We must rejoice when love is great, and pardon its excess, for love is the staff of life, and life without love is life in vain.

ARTHUR LYNCH, Moods of Life

Love, the hidden spring of life, and soul's desire.
Celestial gold, secreted, laid by fire
In every heart, in every thing that lives,
In every thought that human impulse gives.
The coin of heaven, the treasure of the earth,
The rarest gift, and joy of largest worth.

EDWIN LEIBFREED, "Love"

Love is not like the echo, which returneth only what is given; but, rather, like the pump, which returneth by the pail what it received by the pint.

IVAN PANIN, Thoughts

God has set his intentions in the flowers, in the dawn, in the spring--it is his will that we should love.

VICTOR HUGO, Toilers of the Sea

Some hold love to be for conquest, both of persons and of things,
But supreme love, all unheeding, straight forgets the gift it brings.

EDWIN LEIBFREED, "Caelestis"

Love, by reason of its passion, destroys the in-between which relates us to and separates us from others. As long as its spell lasts, the only in-between which can insert itself between two lovers is the child, love's own product. The child, this in-between, to which the lovers now are related and which they hold in common, is representative of the world in that it also separates them; it is an indication that they will insert a new world into the existing world. Through the child, it is as though the lovers return to the world from which their love had expelled them. But this new worldliness, the possible result and the only possibly happy ending of a love affair, is, in a sense, the end of love, which must either overcome the partners anew or be transformed into another mode of belonging together.

HANNAH ARENDT, The Human Condition

Ah! let us love, my Love, for Time is heartless,
Be happy while you may!

ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE, "The Lake"

Love it is the precious loom,
Whose shuttle weaves each tangled thread,
And works flowers of exquisite bloom,
Shedding their perfume where we tread.

JAMES MCINTYRE, "Power of Love"

He who loveth, knoweth the inner sun; he see'th Life's blaze.

ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT, "Arizona"

True love survives all shocks: an affection originally produced by admiration for unusual beauty may not only survive the loss of that beauty, but may become more intense if the beauty has changed into ugliness through causes that bind the lovers together in tender associations.

ARTHUR LYNCH, Moods of Life