Quotes on Life

Ah, to that far distant strand_x000D_ _x000D_ Bridge there was not to convey,_x000D_ _x000D_ Not a bark was near at hand,_x000D_ _x000D_ Yet true love soon found the way.

Thus Arm in Arm with thee I dare defy my century into the lists.

Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?_x000D_ _x000D_ Trust thou thy love: if she be mute, is she not pure?_x000D_ _x000D_ Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet-_x000D_ _x000D_ Fail, Sun and Breath!-yet, for thy peace, she shall endure.

He that's in love, i' faith, even if he is hungry, isn't hungry at all.

Ah! what avails it me the flocks to keep,_x000D_ _x000D_ Who lost my heart while I preserv'd my sheep.

Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.

True love is but a humble, low born thing,_x000D_ _x000D_ And hath its food served up in earthenware;_x000D_ _x000D_ It is a thing to walk with, hand in hand,_x000D_ _x000D_ Through the every-dayness of this workday world.

Does not all the blood within me_x000D_ _x000D_ Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee,_x000D_ _x000D_ As the springs to meet the sunshine.

You say to me-wards your affection's strong;_x000D_ _x000D_ Pray love me little, so you love me long.

It is an ancient story_x000D_ _x000D_ Yet is it ever new.

A ruddy drop of manly blood_x000D_ _x000D_ The surging sea outweighs;_x000D_ _x000D_ The world uncertain comes and goes,_x000D_ _x000D_ The lover rooted stays.

Love, which is the essence of God, is not for levity, but for the total worth of man.

The golden hours on angel wings_x000D_ _x000D_ Flew o'er me and my dearie,_x000D_ _x000D_ For dear to me as light and life_x000D_ _x000D_ Was my sweet Highland Mary.

To see her is to love her,_x000D_ _x000D_ And love but her forever;_x000D_ _x000D_ For nature made her what she is,_x000D_ _x000D_ And never made anither!

God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures_x000D_ _x000D_ Boasts two soul-sides, one to face the world with,_x000D_ _x000D_ One to show a woman when he loves her.

How can anyone be against love?

Romance lives by repetition, and repetition converts an appetite into an art. Besides, each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved. Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.

Even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other.

To be in love is to surpass one's self.

Love is not consolation, it is light.

I detect more good than evil in humanity._x000D_ _x000D_ Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes,_x000D_ _x000D_ And men grow better as the world grows old.