Love Quotes — page 7

And can it be, that I should gain An Int'rest in the Saviour’s blood! Dy'd He for Me? ---- who caus'd his Pain! For Me? ---- who him to Death pursu'd! Amazing Love! how can it be That Thou, my GOD shouldst die for Me?

By some strange and sinister fatality the chosen victims at present are the most intelligent and friendly of our domestic favourites—the cats who purr in love and confidence as they sit beside us on the hearth; the dogs whose faithful …

Away, the partial love That ‘boldens Nature to sit above Her Maker!

"In shooting have I stedfast hand, but surer hand had hee That made this wound within my heart that heretofore was free. Of Phisicke and of surgerie I found the Artes for neede, The powre of everie herbe and plant doth of my gift proceede. …

It has thine own dear playful look— Thy smile! thy sun-bright hair! Thy brow—so like a holy book With sweet thoughts written there! The full, soft lids, half-raised above Those blue and dreamy eyes,

Were the visage of sin seen at a full light, undressed and unpainted, it were impossible, while it so appeared, that any one soul could be in love with it, but would rather flee from it as hideous and abominable.

Each moment of the happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

The love of God consists in an ardent desire to procure the general welfare, and reason teaches me that there is nothing which contributes more to the general welfare of mankind than the perfection of reason.

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost: And yet I am, and live with …

I, who loved and knew you, In the city that slew you, Still hunger on, and thirst, and climb, proud-hearted and alone:Serpent-fears enfold me, Syren-visions hold me, And, like a wave, I gather strength, and gathering strength, I moan;

That is a true sentiment which makes us feel that we do not love our country less, but more, because we have laid up in our minds the knowledge of other lands and other institutions and other races, and have had enkindled afresh within us …

I have laid sorrow to sleep; Love sleeps. She who oft made me weep Now weeps.

Love then unstinted, Love did sip, And Cherries pluck’d fresh from the Lip, On Cheeks and Roses free he fed; Lasses like Autumne Plums did drop, And Lads, indifferently did crop A Flower, and a Maiden-head.

My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move!

Love a woman? You're an ass! 'Tis a most insipid passion To choose out for your happiness The silliest part of God's creation.

Hush,—for the halo of calmness is spreading Over my spirit as mild as a dove; Hush,—for the angel of comfort is shedding Over my body his vial of love; Hush,—for new slumbers are over me stealing, Thus would I court them again and again,

Consider that as a principle of love is the main principle in the heart of a real Christian, so the labor of love, is the main business of the Christian life.

For nine women out of ten must have some kind of romance or other, to make their lives endurable; and when their love has lost this attractive element, this soft dew-fog (if such it be), the love itself is apt to languish; unless its bloom …

Of all the uses of adversity which are sweet, none are sweeter than those which grow out of disappointed love…

Love can be founded upon nature only; or the appearance of it.

Society is too often at war with love. Thousands of human spirits created to assimilate, to afford mutual comfort and inspiration, to interpret each other, and find in sympathy a balm and motive that will render them superior to …

Praised be the fathomless universe For life and joy and for objects and knowledge curious; And for love, sweet love—But praise! O praise and praise For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding Death.

Not all are blind that feel the scourge of love.

Fame to be sweet must resound in the ears of those we love, in the atmosphere of the land that will guard our ashes. Fame should hover over our tomb to warm with its heat the chill of death, so that we may not be completely reduced to …