Inspirational Quotes on Love

“Are not heavens joyes as valiant to asswage Lusts, as earths honour was to them?”

“Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No. It is immortal as immaculate Truth, 'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth, Drops from the stem of life—for it will grow, In barren regions, where no waters flow, Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom. A darkling fire, faint hovering o'er a tomb, That but itself and darkness nought doth show, It is my love's being yet it cannot die, Nor will it change, though all be changed beside; Though fairest beauty be no longer fair, Though vows be false, and faith itself deny, Though sharp enjoyment be a suicide, And hope a spectre in a ruin bare.”

“O that these folding arms might ne'er undo!”

“Love always makes those eloquent that have it. ---From "Hero and Leander, Sestiad II”

“Sebastian says modestly that though his twin resembled him very much , she was reputed to be beautiful. But more importantly, she had a mind that was just and beautiful. she drowned in salt water, leaving sebastian to drown her memories in the salt water of his tears.”

“[b]Viola:[/b] I pity you. [b]Olivia:[/b] That's a degree to love.”

“Что любовь? Любви не ждётся; Тот, кто весел, пусть смеётся; Завтра — ненадёжный дар.”

“I call [love to God] the motion of the soul toward the enjoyment of God for his own sake, and the enjoyment of one's self and of one's neighbor for the sake of God”

“True love is giving, not getting. Someone has said, "Love can always wait to give, but lust can never wait to get.”

“If our devotion is to the cause of humanity, we will be quickly defeated and broken-hearted, since we will often be confronted with a great deal of ingratitude from other people. But if we are motivated by our love for God, no amount of ingratitude will be able to hinder us from serving one another.”

“Love. No matter where I start, I always end up here.”

“No finer, greater gift in the world than that: When man and woman possess their home, two minds, two hearts that work as one. Despair to their enemies, a joy to all their friends. Their own best claim to glory.”

“He no longer loves the person whom he loved ten years ago. I quite believe it. She is no longer the same, nor is he. He was young, and she also; she is quite different. He would perhaps love her yet, if she were what she was then.”

“Love is one, and love is changeless. For love loves unto purity. Love has ever in view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds. Where loveliness is incomplete, and love cannot love its fill of loving, it spends itself to make more lovely, that it may love more; it strives for perfection, even that itself may be perfected–not in itself, but in the object. As it was love that first created humanity, so even human love, in proportion to its divinity, will go on creating the beautiful for its own outpouring. There is nothing eternal but that which loves and can be loved, and love is ever climbing towards the consummation when such shall be the universe, imperishable, divine. Therefore all that is not beautiful in the beloved, all that comes between and is not of love’s kind, must be destroyed. And our God is a consuming fire.”

“Godfrey and Hesper made a glorious pair to look at--but would theirs be a happy union?--Happy, I dare say--and not too happy. He who sees to our affairs will see that the “too” is not in them. There were fine elements in both, and, if indeed they loved, and now I think, from very necessity of their two hearts, they must have loved, then all would, by degrees, by slow degrees, most likely, come right with them. If they had been born again both, before they began, so to start fresh, then like two children hand in hand they might have run in through the gates into the city. But what is love, what is loss, what defilement even, what are pains, and hopes, and disappointments, what sorrow, and death, and all the ills that flesh is heir to, but means to this very end, to this waking of the soul to seek the home of our being--the life eternal? Verily we must be born from above, and be good children, or become, even to our self-loving selves, a scorn, a hissing, and an endless reproach.”

“I may love him, I may love him, for he is a man, and I am only a beech-tree.”

“Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.”

“Nature is fine in love, and where 'tis fine, it sends some precious instance of itself after the thing it loves.”

“Si bien entiendo que el amor se sujeta al tiempo, veo que, al ponerse a prueba, también modera el tiempo de la chispa y el fuego de su ardor. En la misma llama del amor vive una especie de pabilo o pavesa que acaba por debilitarla. Nada existe que se mantenga constante en el mismo grado de bondad, pues esta, creciendo hasta la plétora, muere en su propio exceso. Lo que quisiéramos hacer, deberíamos hacerlo en el acto de quererlo, porque ese "querer" cambia y sufre tantas menguas y aplazamientos cuantos son los labios, las manos y las circunstancias por que atraviesa, y entonces ese "deber" vuélvase una especie de suspiro disipador, que hace daño al exhalarlo.”

“It is love which makes Christian fear differ from servile dread, and true faith differ from the faith of devils; yet in the beginning of the religious life, fear is the prominent evangelical grace, and love is but latent in fear, and has in course of time to be developed out of what seems its contradictory. Then, when it is developed, it takes that prominent place which fear held before, yet protecting not superseding it. Love is added, not fear removed, and the mind is but perfected in grace by what seems a revolution.”