LOVE QUOTES XXXV

quotations about love

True Love in this differs from gold and clay,
That to divide is not to take away.
Love is like understanding, that grows bright,
Gazing on many truths; 'tis like thy light,
Imagination! which from earth and sky,
And from the depths of human phantasy,
As from a thousand prisms and mirrors,
fills The Universe with glorious beams, and kills
Error, the worm, with many a sun-like arrow
Of its reverberated lightning.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Epipsychidion


Love's very pain is sweet,
But its reward is in the world divine
Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Epipsychidion


So soon as this want or power [of love] is dead, man becomes the living sepulchre of himself, and what yet survives is the mere husk of what once he was.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

"On Love", Essays and Letters

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It is certain there is no other passion which does produce such contrary effects in so great a degree. But this may be said for love, that if you strike it out of the soul, life would be insipid, and our being but half animated. Human nature would sink into deadness and lethargy, if not quickened with some active principle; and as for all others, whether ambition, envy, or avarice, which are apt to possess the mind in the absence of this passion, it must be allowed that they have greater pains, without the compensation of such exquisite pleasures as those we find in love.

JOSEPH ADDISON

"The Passion of Love", Essays Moral and Humorous

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The measure of love is to have no mean, the end to be everlasting.

JOHN LYLY

Euphues and His England


The pain of love is how slowly it dies.

K. J. PARKER

Evil for Evil

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Love is basically for teenagers, and when it comes to real life for grown-ups, you're far better off with someone who's moderately pleased to see you when you're around, but leaves you in peace when you've got things to do.

K. J. PARKER

Evil for Evil


Falling in Love, as modern biology teaches us to believe, is nothing more than the latest, highest, and most involved exemplification, in the human race, of that almost universal selective process which Mr. Darwin has enabled us to recognise throughout the whole long series of the animal kingdom. The butterfly that circles and eddies in his aerial dance around his observant mate is endeavouring to charm her by the delicacy of his colouring, and to overcome her coyness by the display of his skill. The peacock that struts about in imperial pride under the eyes of his attentive hens, is really contributing to the future beauty and strength of his race by collecting to himself a harem through whom he hands down to posterity the valuable qualities which have gained the admiration of his mates in his own person. Mr. Wallace has shown that to be beautiful is to be efficient; and sexual selection is thus, as it were, a mere lateral form of natural selection--a survival of the fittest in the guise of mutual attractiveness and mutual adaptability, producing on the average a maximum of the best properties of the race in the resulting offspring. I need not dwell here upon this aspect of the case, because it is one with which, since the publication of the 'Descent of Man,' all the world has been sufficiently familiar.

GRANT ALLEN

"Falling in Love", Falling in Love and Other Essays


Being in love is an elaborate state of anticipation for the continual exchanging of certain kinds of gifts. The gifts can range from a glance to the offering of the entire self. But the gifts must be gifts: they cannot be claimed. One has no rights as a lover--except the right to anticipate what the other wishes to give.

JOHN BERGER

G. John Berger

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Don't you feel something magical when you're in love?... I do, I certainly do ... but I think that feeling of magic is a hardwired psychological response. It's a chemical thing in the brain. It's a flow of chemicals and electrical currents, and it developed over millions of years in the process of evolution to aid in the procreation of the species.

ALAN LIGHTMAN

Ghost


Love is the endless verb; a relationship encompassing the ultimate in holiness. Love does conquer death because in its moment lived it's eternal in nature. Love gives us our purpose, and is our ultimate memorial.

MITCHELL HURVITZ

"Perspectives: Love is tangible presence of God", Greenwich Time, October 27, 2017


Love and money should properly have nothing to do with each other.

JOHN SAUL

Guardian

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One of the remarkable things about love is that, despite very irritating people writing poems and songs about how pleasant it is, it really is quite pleasant.

DANIEL HANDLER

as Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid


It's a cliché, but also a deep truth (as cliché's tend to be), that you can't love another person very well if you don't love yourself.

HARRIET LERNER

"The Top 10 Reasons Women Re-Marry The Wrong Guys", Huffington Post, July 7, 2012

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Love is something we all talk about but rarely experience. We get sucked into settling, to waiting, to a wilting dating culture, to hatred and to meaningless rendezvous or "ghosting." Love is dying, and we're all forgetting about it.

SONYA MATEJKO

"This Is What I Know About The World At 24", Huffington Post, April 5, 2016


Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them.

CHUCK PALAHNIUK

Invisible Monsters

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Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another! Not calculable by algebra, not deducible by logic, but mysterious, effectual, mighty as the hidden process by which the tiny seed is quickened, and bursts forth into tall stem and broad leaf, and glowing tasseled flower.

GEORGE ELIOT

Janet's Repentance


Love is a boomerang that returns to the thrower's hand.

AUSTIN O'MALLEY

Keystones of Thought


Love dwindles by pairing.

AUSTIN O'MALLEY

Keystones of Thought


Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

G. K. CHESTERTON

attributed, Life is a Verb

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