LOVE QUOTES XXXIX

quotations about love

From the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreathes heaped and roses; and if you asked nine people out of ten they would say they wanted nothing but this--love; while the women ... would all the time be feeling, this is not what we want; there is nothing more tedious, puerile, and inhumane than this; yet it is also beautiful and necessary.

VIRGINIA WOOLF

To the Lighthouse

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Love brooks no delay.

ROMAN PROVERB


How strange too and unfamiliar to think that one had been loved, that one's presence had once had the power to make a difference between happiness and dullness in another's day.

GRAHAM GREENE

The End of the Affair


You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

LOUISE ERDRICH

The Painted Drum


Love is of noble birth and heavenly origin. The glory of his personality no words can describe. He is as an angel of light dwelling among the children of men.

NICIAS BALLARD COOKSEY

Helps to Happiness


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"


When does love cease? When one begins to love anew.

LAURA ESQUIVEL

The Law of Love

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If you want to fall in love, you can't hold everything in. You have to open up, take that risk. You'll be hurt sometimes, but if you don't, you'll never be happy. The one you find may not be the kind of woman you expected to fall in love with, but it wont matter, you'll love her for exactly what she is.

JEAN M. AUEL

The Valley of Horses

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Oh, love. Love is best of all. There is no such total element, not even pain. Who has ever loved, knows this. I need not say more.

TANITH LEE

Mortal Suns


You cannot depict love inside a frame of fact. It needs a mist to dissolve in.

STEPHEN LEACOCK

How to Write


Love alone was left, as a great image of a dream that was erased.

ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE

"The Valley", Poetical Meditations

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Be worthy love, and love will come.

LOUISA MAY ALCOTT

Little Women


Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.

MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.

A Testament of Hope


Love is a temple, Love a higher law.

U2

"One", Achtung Baby

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Ah, my friends, Love, like a froward boy, with his hands full of sugar-plums, still cries for more.

CHRISTIAN NESTELL BOVEE

Intuitions and Summaries of Thought

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Life without Love is as a flower without fragrance.

RICHARD GARNETT

De Flagello Myrtes

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I never saw love as luck, as that gift from the gods which put everything else in place, and allowed you to succeed. No, I saw love as reward. One could find it only after one's virtue, or one's courage, or self-sacrifice, or generosity, or loss, has succeeded in stirring the power of creation.

NORMAN MAILER

Harlot's Ghost


Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes one feel as you might when a drowning man holds unto you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

ANAIS NIN

attributed, French Writers of the Past

Anaïs Nin (February 21, 1903 - January 14, 1977) was a French-Cuban American diarist, essayist, novelist and writer of short stories and erotica. Nin's most studied works are her diaries or journals, which detail her marriages to Hugh Parker Guiler and Rupert Pole, in addition to her numerous affairs, including those with psychoanalyst Otto Rank and writer Henry Miller.

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Love is ownership. We own whom we love. The universe is God's because he loves.

HENRY WARD BEECHER

Life Thoughts


Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is--Love, forgive us!--cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast.

JOHN KEATS

"Lamia"