LOVE QUOTES XXXVII

quotations about love

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.

W. B. YEATS

"Brown Penny"

Tags: William Butler Yeats


Love, they say, is a pain
Infinite as the soul,
Ever a longing to be
Love's, to infinity,
Ever a longing in vain
After a vanishing goal.

ARTHUR SYMONS

"Rosa Mundi"


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-fixed 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"

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616) was an English playwright, poet, and actor. His early plays were primarily comedies and histories and are regarded as some of the best work produced in these genres. He then wrote mainly tragedies until 1608, among them Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Othello, King Lear, and Macbeth, all considered to be among the finest works in the English language.

Tags: William Shakespeare


At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

"The Diamond as Big as the Ritz"


Love does not rust.

GERMAN PROVERB


I suppose it may be God's way of telling us to love people while they're here, because tomorrow they may be gone. I guess that's a pretty sorry answer, but I'm afraid it's the only one I've got.

DAVID BALDACCI

Wish You Well

Tags: David Baldacci


So being in love is like being hooked up to a perpetual dopamine drip, and you get a little hit every time you see the person or touch them or think about them?

SEAN ILLING

"This is what love does to your brain", Vox, April 23, 2018


Love not only occupies the higher lobes of the brain, but crowds out the lower to make room for its expansion.

HORACE MANN

Thoughts


If they substituted the word "Lust" for "Love" in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.

SYLVIA PLATH

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Tags: Sylvia Plath


If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.

LYNDA BARRY

attributed, The Surrendered Single


It must be sad to outlive aught we love.

GEORGE ELIOT

The Spanish Gypsy


Love is an anesthesia. It puts you to sleep, it allows you to overlook, not question, not care ... and then, one day, you come to. And, by God and all his horny angels ... it's an eye opener.

ANN WUEHLER

The Next Mrs. Jacob Anderson

Tags: Ann Wuehler


This is love: You stop bothering about the universal, the general, get sucked instead into the local and particular: When will I see her again? What shall we do today? Do you like these shoes? Theory and reflection are delicate old uncles bustled out of the way by the boisterous nephews action and desire. Themes evaporate, only plot remains.

GLEN DUNCAN

The Last Werewolf

Tags: Glen Duncan


It is only the souls that do not love that go empty in this world.

ROBERT HUGH BENSON

The History of Richard Raynal, Solitary

Tags: Robert Hugh Benson


Love is ... knowing that, should it come to it, they would want you to hollow out their corpse and use the carcass as a one-man tent to keep warm. Should it come to it.

EVA WISEMAN

"Love is ... let me count the ways you are special", The Guardian, February 14, 2016


My Love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis, for object, strange and high;
It was begotten by Despair,
Upon Impossibility.

ANDREW MARVELL

The Definition of Love

Tags: Andrew Marvell


The belief that love is a finite essence that will eventually run out holds a certain logic for me even now, even if I am supposed to know better.

SUSANNA MOORE

The Big Girls

Tags: Susanna Moore


Love is a kind of warfare.

OVID

The Art of Love

Tags: Ovid


As your lover describes you, so you are.

JEANETTE WINTERSON

Sexing the Cherry

Tags: Jeanette Winterson


I fell in love once, if love be that cruelty which takes us straight to the gates of Paradise only to remind us they are closed for ever.

JEANETTE WINTERSON

Sexing the Cherry