Love Quotes — page 86

Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they, But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true.

The sum of the whole matter is this — He who is one in will and heart with God is a Christian. He who loves God is one in will and heart with Him. He who trusts Christ loves God. That is Christianity in its ultimate purpose and result. …

My enemy said to me, "Love your enemy." And I obeyed him and loved myself.

Love is a golden bubble, full of dreams, That waking breaks, and fills us with extremes.

We love being in love, that's the truth on't.

I love the pure, peaceable, and impartial Christianity of Christ; I therefore hate the corrupt, slave-holding, women-whipping, cradle-plundering, partial and hypocritical Christianity of this land.

"Praise the , and love His creatures, birds and beasts as well as men." Sweet Saint of , would that he were here again!

There are two classes of poets — the poets by education and practice, these we respect; and poets by nature, these we love.

I am more than half-persuaded that I am a man's soul put by some freak of nature into a woman's body...because I have fallen in love with so many pretty girls and never once the least bit with any man.

Love is a plant of the most tender kind, That shrinks and shakes with ev'ry ruffling wind.

It is commonly said that no man was ever converted by argument, but there is a single one which will make any Laodicean in England, let him be once love-sick, wear prayer-books and become a zealous Episcopalian – the argument that his …

Womanliness means only motherhood; All love begins and ends there.

Endless Perfections after all conspire, And to adore excite and to admire; But to plain Minds the Plainest Pow'r Above Is Native Goodness to attract our Love; Centre of all Its various Pow'r and Skill Is One Divine, Immutable Good Will.

There is no language that love does not speak

There is a mighty gulf between those who love and those who do not love God To the one class we owe civility, courtesy, kindness, even tenderness. It is only those who love the Lord who should find in our hearts a home.

O, human love! thou spirit given, On Earth, of all we hope in Heaven!

then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

It was no fancy, he had named the name Of love, and at that thought her cheek grew flame:

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapours both away, Turn thou ghost that way, and let me turn this, And let our selves benight our happiest day. We asked none leave to love; nor will we owe Any, so …

We give our intent to love and meekness, by the working of mercy and grace we are made all fair and clean.

The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall win the lover's hire.

Love is enough: it grew up without heeding In the days when ye knew not its name nor its measure, And its leaflets untrodden by the light feet of pleasure Had no boast of the blossom, no sign of the seeding, As the morning and evening …

I can enchant the trees and rocks, and fill The dumb brown lips of earth with mystery, Make them reveal or hide the god. I breathe A deeper pity than all love, myself Mother of all, but without hands to heal: Too vast and vague, they know …

In love, at one of its poles you find the personal, and at the other the impersonal. At one you have the positive assertion — Here I am; at the other the equally strong denial — I am not.