Quotes About Love


Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained love will die at the roots.—Hawthorne.


What thing is love?--for (well I wot) love is a thing
It is a prick, it is a sting,
It is a pretty, pretty thing;
It is a fire, it is a coal,
Whose flame creeps in at every hole!
_The Hunting of Cupid_. G. PEELE.

O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his biziness!
_Love is Like a Dizziness_. J. HOGG.

With a smile that glowed
Celestial rosy red; love's proper hue.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII_. MILTON.

Love, like death,
Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook
Beside the sceptre.
_Lady of Lyons_. E. BULWER-LYTTON.

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love,
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow,
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
_Two Gentlemen of Verona, Act ii. Sc_. 7. SHAKESPEARE.

There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told,
When two, that are linked in one heavenly tie.
With heart never changing, and brow never cold.
Love on through all ills, and love on till they die!
One hour of a passion so sacred is worth
Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss;
And O, if there be an Elysium on earth,
It is this, it is this.
_Lalla Rookh: Light of the Harem_. T. MOORE.

Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens
Reason, confounds discretion; deaf to counsel
It runs a headlong course to desperate madness.
_The Lover's Melancholy, Act iii. Sc_. 3. J. FORD.

Ask not of me. Love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sun what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.
_Festus, Sc. Party and Entertainment_. P.J. BAILEY.

All love is sweet,
Given or returned. Common as light is love,
And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
_Prometheus Unbound, Act ii. Sc_. 5. P.B. SHELLEY.

Love is a celestial harmony
Of likely hearts.
_Hymn in Honor of Beauty_. E. SPENSER.

There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
_Antony and Cleopatra, Act i. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought,
Love gives itself, but is not bought.
_Endymion_. H.W. LONGFELLOW.

It is not virtue, wisdom, valor, wit,
Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit
That woman's love can win, or long inherit.
But what it is, hard is to say,
Harder to hit.
_Samson Agonistes_. MILTON.

Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
_Twelfth Night, Act ii. Sc_. 5. SHAKESPEARE.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
_Rape of the Lock, Canto V_. A. POPE.

Why did she love him? Curious fool!--be still--
Is human love the growth of human will?
_Lara, Canto II_. LORD BYRON.

I know not why
I love this youth; and I have heard you say,
Love's reason's without reason.
_Cymbeline, Act iv. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Love goes toward love as school-boys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Divine is Love and scorneth worldly pelf,
And can be bought with nothing but with self.
_Love the Only Price of Love_. SIR W. RALEIGH.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues;
Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
_Merry Wives of Windsor, Act ii. Sc_. 2. SHAKESPEARE.

Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air:
Through the velvet leaves the wind,
All unseen can passage find;
That the lover, sick to death.
Wish himself the heaven's breath.
_Love's Labor's Lost, Act iv. Sc_. 3. SHAKESPEARE.

Affection is a coal that must be cooled;
Else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
_Venus and Adonis_. SHAKESPEARE.

In all amours a lover burns.
With frowns, as well as smiles, by turns;
And hearts have been as oft with sullen,
As charming looks, surprised and stolen.
_Hudibras, Pt. III. Canto I_. S. BUTLER.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!

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Endless torments dwell about thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!
_Rosamond, Act iii. Sc_. 2. J. ADDISON.

If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see
The heart, which others bleed-for, bleed for me.
_Way of the World, Act iii Sc_. 3. W. CONGREVE.

Give, you gods,
Give to your boy, your Csar,
The rattle of a globe to play withal,
This gewgaw world, and put him cheaply off;
I'll not be pleased with less than Cleopatra.
_All for Love, Act ii. Sc_. 1. J. DRYDEN.

Much ado there was, God wot;
He woold love, and she woold not,
She sayd, "Never man was trewe;"
He sayes, "None was false to you."
_Phillida and Corydon_. N. BRETON.

Forty thousand brothers
Could not, with all their quantity of love,
Make up my sum.
_Hamlet, Act v. Sc_. 1. SHAKESPEARE.

Love, then, hath every bliss in store;
'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more.
Each other every wish they give;
Not to know love is not to live.
_Plutus, Cupid, and Time_. J. GAY.


Sweet to entrance
The raptured soul by intermingling glance.
_Psyche_. MRS. M. TIGHE.

Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own web from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
_Marriage la Mode, Act ii. Sc_. 1. J. DRYDEN.

Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love
Pity's the straightest.
_Knight of Malta, Act i. Sc_. 1. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

So mourned the dame of Ephesus her love;
And thus the soldier, armed with resolution,
Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.
_Shakespeare's King Richard III. (Altered), Act ii. Sc. 1_. C. CIBBER.

The Devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice,
An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
_Don Juan, Canto XV_. LORD BYRON.

If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
Or, if thou think'st I am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but, else, not for the world.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Read it, sweet maid, though it be done but slightly:
Who can show all his love doth love but lightly.
_Sonnet_. S. DANIEL.

Love first invented verse, and formed the rhyme,
The motion measured, harmonized the chime.
_Cymon and Iphigenia_. J. DRYDEN.

And you must love him, ere to you
He will seem worthy of your love.
_A Poet's Epitaph_. W. WORDSWORTH.

None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair,
But love can hope where reason would despair.


Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
_Midsummer Night's Dream, Act i. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

None ever loved but at first sight they loved.
_Blind Beggar of Alexandria_. G. CHAPMAN.

We only love where fate ordains we should,
And, blindly fond, oft slight superior merit.
_Fall of Saguntum_. PH. FROWDE.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
_Merchant of Venice, Act ii. Sc. 6_. SHAKESPEARE.


And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
_Ill Omens_. T. MOORE.

And whispering, "I will ne'er consent,"--consented.
_Don Juan, Canto I_. LORD BYRON.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
_Beggar's Opera, Act ii. Sc. 2_. J. GAY.

There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
_Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7_. SHAKESPEARE.

My only books
Were woman's looks,
And folly's all they've taught me.
_The time I've lost in wooing_. T. MOORE.

Then fly betimes, for only they
Conquer Love that run away.
_Conquest by Flight_. T. CAREW.


The rose that all are praising
Is not the rose for me;
Too many eyes are gazing
Upon the costly tree;
But there's a rose in yonder glen
That shuns the gaze of other men,
For me its blossom raising,--
O, that's the rose for me.
_The rose that all are praising_. T.H. BAYLY.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking,
Indeed is too mellow for me.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is--Lord forgive us!--cinders, ashes, dust.
_Lamia_. J. KEATS.

The cold in clime are cold in blood,
Their love can scarce deserve the name.
_The Giaour_. LORD BYRON.

Love in your hearts as idly burns
As fire in antique Roman urns.
_Hudibras, Pt. II. Canto I_. S. BUTLER.


All the heart was full of feeling: love had ripened into speech,
Like the sap that turns to nectar, in the velvet of the peach.
_Adonais_. W.W. HARNEY.

O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move
The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.
_Progress of Poesy_, L 3. T. GRAY.

Still amorous, and fond, and billing.
Like Philip and Mary on a shilling.
_Hudibras, Pt. III. Canto I_. S. BUTLER.

Then awake!--the heavens look bright, my dear!
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear!
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days,
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
_Young May Moon_. T. MOORE.

Lovers' hours are long, though seeming short.
_Venus and Adonis_. SHAKESPEARE.

And, touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. VIII_. MILTON.

Why, she would hang on him,
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on.
_Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.

Imparadised in one another's arms.
_Paradise Lost, Bk. IV_. MILTON.

I give thee all--I can no more.
Though poor the offering be;
My heart and lute are all the store
That I can bring to thee.
_My Heart and Lute_. T. MOORE.

I've lived and loved.
_Wallenstein, Pt. I. Act ii. Sc. 6_. S.T. COLERIDGE.


A mighty pain to love it is,
And 't is a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.
_Gold_. A. COWLEY.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love;
The taint of earth, the odor of the skies
Is in it.
_Festus, Sc. Alcove, and Garden_. P.J. BAILEY.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
_On Sensibility_. R. BURNS.

Love is like a landscape which doth stand
Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.
_On Love_. R. HEGGE.

Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace,
That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him.
_Alexander the Great, Act i. Sc. 3_. N. LEE.

To love you was pleasant enough,
And O, 't is delicious to hate you!
_To_ ---- T. MOORE.


Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
_Ingomar the Barbarian, Act ii_.

Our two souls, therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to airy thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixt foot, makes no show
To move, but doth if the other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows erect, as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must,
Like the other foot, obliquely run.
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
_A Valediction forbidding Mourning_. DR. J. DONNE.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.
_To_ ---- W. WORDSWORTH.

With thee, all toils are sweet; each clime hath charms;
Earth--sea alike--our world within our arms.
_The Bride of Abydos_. LORD BYRON.

What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.
_Measure for Measure, Act v. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.
He was a lover of the good old school,
Who still become more constant as they cool.
_Beppo, Canto XXXIV_, LORD BYRON.

Drink ye to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast,
We will not ask her name.
_Drink ye to her_. T. CAMPBELL.

FERDINAND.--Here's my hand.
MIRANDA.--And mine, with my heart in it.
_Tempest, Act iii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.


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