Best 32 quotes in «famous love quotes» category

I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

I count no more my wasted tears; They left no echo of their fall; I mourn no more my lonesome years; This blessed hour atones for all. I fear not all that Time or Fate May bring to burden heart or brow,- Strong in the love that came so late, Our souls shall keep it always now!

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

In love, writing is dangerous, not to mention pointless.

Love is our true destiny.

"Love is not altogether a Delirium," says he elsewhere; "yet has it many points in common therewith.

My love is such that Rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.

Love makes life's sweetest pleasures and worst misfortunes.

Most of the famous love affairs of literature or film were quite short. What was Romeo & Juliet? How long were they together? A few days.

I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me; If bright or dim the season it might be; Summer or winter for aught I can say. So, unrecorded did it slip away, So blind was i to see and to forsee, So dull to mark the budding of my tree That would not blossom, yet, for many a May.

My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except.

Sexiness is a state of mind - a comfortable state of being. It's about loving yourself in your most unlovable moments.

Nothing is real but dreams and love.

Strawberry fields forever

Tell me who you walk with, and I'll tell you who you are.

Tell me with whom you associate, and I will tell you who you are.

Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love, thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.

Sometimes you have to get to know someone really well to realize you're really strangers.

Tell me who your enemy is, and I will tell you who you are.

There are days when you need someone who just wants to be your sunshine and not the air you breathe.

The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.

There's always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.

Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up - you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.

This maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.

We can only learn to love by loving.

When I get older losing my hair many years from now. Will you still be sending me a Valentine. Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me, When I'm sixty-four?

Were spirits free from mortal mesh And love not bound in hearts of flesh No aching breasts would yearn to meet And find their ecstasy complete. For who is there that lives and knows The secret powers by which he grows?

Well: Love and Pain Be kinfolks twain; Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.

You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

A life without love is like a tree without fruit.

But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.