True love is a durable fire,
In the mind ever burning.
SIR WALTER RALEIGH, As Ye Came from the Holy Land
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
JOHN DONNE, The Ecstasy
Some meet love's dreams when kissed by death,
And some again in youth,
But all have felt the quickening breath
Of love's undying truth.
EDWIN LEIBFREED, "Love's Dreams"
We can't profess love without talking through hand puppets.
DAVID SEDARIS, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim
Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced we are loved.
VICTOR HUGO, Les Misérables
Love's wing moults when caged and captured,
Only free, he soars enraptured.
THOMAS CAMPBELL, Freedom and Love
Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision--a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.
TERESA MEDEIROS, The Vampire Who Loved Me
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
Love's fire colors once our neutral form, to blacken to eternal embers.
ELISE PUMPELLY CABOT, "Arizona"
Love is such a simple thing when we have only one-and-twenty summers and a sweet girl of seventeen trembles under our glance, as if she were a bud first opening her heart with wondering rapture to the morning. Such young unfurrowed souls roll to meet each other like two velvet peaches that touch softly and are at rest; they mingle as easily as two brooklets that ask for nothing but to entwine themselves and ripple with ever-interlacing curves in the leafiest hiding-places.
GEORGE ELIOT, Adam Bede
Love is the hastening gravitation of spirit towards spirit, and body towards body, in the joy of creation.
D. H. LAWRENCE, "Love"
Love isn't love until it's past.
PRINCE, Sometimes It Snows in April
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
Yes, life is but a waste,
A cheerless pathway, where
No healthy fruit allures the taste,
No flowerets balm the air,
If Love, the wild rose, ne'er luxuriates there.
WILLIAM B. TAPPAN, "Love