Quotes on Lovers

The difference between love and logic is that in the eyes of a lover, a toad can be a prince, whereas in the analysis of a logistician, the lover would have to prove that the toad was a prince, an enterprise destined to dull the shine of many a passion.

The longing to behold this pre-established harmony [of phenomena and theoretical principles] is the source of the inexhaustible patience and perseverance with which Planck has devoted himself ... The state of mind which enables a man to do work of this kind is akin to that of the religious worshiper or the lover; the daily effort comes from no deliberate intention or program, but straight from the heart.

And on her lover's arm she leant,_x000D_ _x000D_ And round her waist she felt it fold,_x000D_ _x000D_ And far across the hills they went_x000D_ _x000D_ In that new world which is the old.

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.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded._x000D_ _x000D_ Someone sober will worry about events going badly._x000D_ _x000D_ Let the lover be.

Of all affliction taught a lover yet,_x000D_ _x000D_ 'Tis true the hardest science to forget.

My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me to love what the people abhor and to show good will toward the one they hate. It showed me that Love is a property not of the lover but of the beloved. Before my Soul taught me, Love was for me a delicate thread stretched between two adjacent pegs, but now it has been transformed into a halo; its first is its last, and its last is its first. It encompasses every being, slowly expanding to embrace all that ever will be.

Can we only love_x000D_ _x000D_ Something created in our own imaginations?_x000D_ _x000D_ Are we all in fact unloving and unloveable?_x000D_ _x000D_ Then one is alone, and if one is alone_x000D_ _x000D_ Then lover and beloved are equally unreal_x000D_ _x000D_ And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams.

The lover is moved by the beloved object as the senses are by sensual objects; and they unite and become one and the same thing. The work is the first thing born of this union; if the thing loved is base the lover becomes base.

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

Hope is a lover's staff; walk hence with that_x000D_ _x000D_ And manage it against despairing thoughts.

For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

Journeys end in lovers meeting; I have spent an all but sleepless night, I have told lies and made a fool of myself, and the very air tastes like wine. I have been frightened half out of my foolish wits, but I have somehow earned this joy; I have been waiting for it for so long.

Lovers are not snails; they don't have to protrude from their shells and meet each other halfway. Meet me within your own self.

I am your lover, come to my side, I will open the gate to your love. Come settle with me, let us be neighbors to the stars. You have been hiding so long, endlessly drifting in the sea of my love. Even so, you have always been connected to me. Concealed, revealed, in the unknown, in the un-manifest. I am life itself. You have been a prisoner of a little pond, I am the ocean and its turbulent flood. Come merge with me, leave this world of ignorance. Be with me, I will open the gate to your love.

I am convinced that God is love, this thought has for me a primitive lyrical validity. When it is present to me, I am unspeakably blissful, when it is absent, I long for it more vehemently than does the lover for his object.

The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.

The Conqueror is always a lover of peace: he would prefer to take over our country unopposed.

There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.

Societies never know it, but the war of an artist with his society is a lover's war, and he does, at his best, what lovers do, which is to reveal the beloved to himself and, with that revelation, to make freedom real.