LOVE QUOTES XXVIII

quotations about love

Love is the impulse which directs the world,
And all things know it and obey its power.
Man, in the maelstrom of his passions whirled;
The bee that takes the pollen to the flower;
The earth, uplifting her bare, pulsing breast
To fervent kisses of the amorous sun;--
Each but obeys creative Love's behest,
Which everywhere instinctively is done.

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

"What Love Is"


Love is the centre and circumference;
The cause and aim of all things--'tis the key
To joy and sorrow, and the recompense
For all the ills that have been, or may be.

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

"What Love Is"


The loves of men but vary in degrees--
They find no new expression for the flame.

ELLA WHEELER WILCOX

"Isaura"


Love! dearest, sweetest power! how much are we indebted to thee! How much superior are even thy miseries to the pleasures which arise from other sources!

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

letter to Thomas Jefferson Hogg, Dec. 20, 1810

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In the vacuum of the heart love falls forever.

JOHN UPDIKE

Rabbit is Rich

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No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

APHRA BEHN

The Rover

Aphra Behn (1640 - 1689) was an English playwright, poet, and novelist from the Restoration era. As one of the first English women to earn her living by her writing, she broke cultural barriers and served as a literary role model for later generations of women authors.


Love could never come to full fruition till it was destroyed.

JOHN GALSWORTHY

Fraternity


Love is the cheapest of religions.

CESARE PAVESE

This Business of Living, Dec. 21, 1939

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Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.

TANITH LEE

Delirium's Mistress

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When love enters, the whole spiritual constitution of a man changes, is filled with the Holy Ghost, and almost his form is altered.

D. H. LAWRENCE

Sons and Lovers

David Herbert Lawrence (11 September 1885 - 2 March 1930) was an English writer and poet. His collected works represent, among other things, an extended reflection on the dehumanizing effects of modernity and industrialization. His opinions earned him many enemies and he endured official persecution, censorship, and misrepresentation of his creative work throughout the second half of his life, much of which he spent in a voluntary exile he called his "savage pilgrimage".

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Love ... Just Nature's way of getting one person to pay the bills for another person.

JEANETTE WINTERSON

The Stone Gods


The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

G. K. CHESTERTON

"The Advantages of Having One Leg", On Lying in Bed and Other Essays


Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.

ANITA BROOKNER

attributed, Women Writers Talk


Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

ZORA NEALE HURSTON

Their Eyes Were Watching God

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The pain of love is how slowly it dies.

K. J. PARKER

Evil for Evil

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There is no balm of Gilead,
No salve, no soothing ointment
To stay the pain of one who's had
In love a disappointment--
Unless it be that healing lotion
Of fixing on a new devotion.

RICHARD ARMOUR

"Pastures New"

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Sex alleviates tension. Love causes it.

WOODY ALLEN

A Midsummer Night's Sex Comedy


None but those who have loved can be supposed to understand the oratory of the eye, the mute eloquence of a look, or the conversational powers of the face. Love's sweetest meanings are unspoken; the full heart knows no rhetoric of words, and resorts to the pantomime of sighs and glances.

CHRISTIAN NESTELL BOVEE

Intuitions and Summaries of Thought


When we fall in love, we hope--both egotistically and altruistically--that we shall be finally, truly seen: judged and approved. Of course, love does not always bring approval: being seen may just as well lead to a thumbs-down and a season in hell.

JULIAN BARNES

Nothing to Be Frightened Of


Love, as the poet says, is like the spring. It grows on you and seduces you slowly and gently, but it holds tight like the roots of a tree. You don't know until you're ready to go that you can't move, that you would have to mutilate yourself in order to be free. That's the feeling. It doesn't last, at least it doesn't have to. But it holds on like a steel claw in your chest. Even if the tree dies, the roots cling to you. I've seen men and women give up everything for love that once was.

WALTER MOSLEY

The Man in My Basement

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