Love Quotes

“Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.”

“Madness! This love was a part of me, like my own flesh; it had taken the place of my blood and marrow; it possessed me entirely; it was I!”

“Perhaps love is always a madness in which all else is unimportant, disregarded, so that one moves in the midst of it unmindful of danger or of the day of awakening.”

“It's a simple sentiment, "I love you," and yet so hard sometimes to get the wording right.”

“Love is life. Selfishness is death. Think of one who has no throb outside of himself; is he not entombed in a grave more dark than that of earth? The moment one begins to love, if only a dog, he begins to live. To love something that is different from one's self — a flower, a star, a human soul — what power is in it, what stir of all the faculties! Oh, the manifold life of love. How it flows and streams away on every side, in love of father and mother, brother and sister, husband and wife, and friend, and little children, of the tiniest speck and grandest orb. We rejoice in all things. Every sound is a delight. The very worm beneath our feet thrills us. We are alive all over.”

“Requited love is blissful state, No mortals can themselves create: We know not why to us 'tis given— Enough: we know it is of Heaven.”

“Love is the second prevailing virtue, that adorns her character. Without it she is like a closed blossom which exhibits neither its beauty or its fragrance; love reveals her inward mystery.”

“Although love may be planted in the lowest places, its foliage and fruits may reach to the skies.”

“For some it is love undeniably. For others it is making it work, never actually knowing what it is.”

“To lovers! — the have-been's, the are-now's, and the may-be's.”

“Lovers needn't always agree, anymore than poetry need always rhyme.”

“I see that you believe in love such as the poets and romancers have represented... The poets represent love as the sculptors design beauty, as the musicians create melody; that is to say, endowed with an exquisite nervous organization, they gather up with discerning ardor the purest elements of life, the most beautiful lines of matter, and the most harmonious voices of nature.... To try to find in real life such love as this, eternal and absolute, is the same thing as to seek on the public squares such a woman as Venus or to expect nightingales to sing the symphonies of Beethoven.”