I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
~Natalie Clifford Barney
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star: -
So many times do I love again.
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain,
Unravelled from the tumbling main,
And threading the eye of a yellow star: -
So many times do I love again.
~Thomas Lovell Beddoes
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.
~Leo Tolstoy
When love is not madness, it is not love.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
~Pedro Calderon de la Barca
When I am with you, the only place I want to be is closer.
When I am with you, the only place I want to be is closer.
~Author Unknown
...Let the world know, if there was ever love:
Mine for you...
...Let the world know, if there was ever love:
Mine for you...
~Peter Winstanley
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
~George Moore
I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes,
After the day's great sun.
I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes,
After the day's great sun.
~Charles Hanson Towne
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss and all was said.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss and all was said.
~Victor Hugo
Let me lie,
let me die on thy snow-covered bosom,
I would eat of thy flesh as a delicate fruit,
I am drunk of its smell, and the scent
of thy tresses
Is a flame that devours.
Let me lie,
let me die on thy snow-covered bosom,
I would eat of thy flesh as a delicate fruit,
I am drunk of its smell, and the scent
of thy tresses
Is a flame that devours.
~George Moore
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
~Ovid
I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports.... When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours; I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.
I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports.... When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours; I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.
~Gustave Flaubert, letter to wife Louise Colet, 15 August 1846
The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence.
The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence.
~Edward Thomas
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.
~E.Y. "Yip" Harburg and Fred Saidy,
My heart to you is given:
Oh, do give yours to me;
We'll lock them up together,
And throw away the key.
My heart to you is given:
Oh, do give yours to me;
We'll lock them up together,
And throw away the key.
~Frederick Saunders
I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
~Honore de Balzac, June 1836, letter to Evelina Hanska
Many are the starrs I see, but in my eye no starr like thee.
Many are the starrs I see, but in my eye no starr like thee.
~English saying used on poesy rings
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea: -
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea: -
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, Love's Philosophy
Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
~Boethius, The Consolation of Philosophy, A.D. 524
We loved with a love that was more than love.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
~Edgar Allan Poe
In melody divine,
My heart it beats to rapturous love,
I long to call you mine.
In melody divine,
My heart it beats to rapturous love,
I long to call you mine.
~Author Unknown
[M]y love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break...
[M]y love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me to you with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break...
~Sullivan Ballou, letter to wife Sarah, 14 July 1861
Who, being loved, is poor?
Who, being loved, is poor?
~Oscar Wilde
A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
~Author Unknown
Ah me! why may not love and life be one? ~Henry Timrod
Once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul thro'
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
Ah me! why may not love and life be one? ~Henry Timrod
Once he drew
With one long kiss my whole soul thro'
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
~Alfred Lord Tennyson
Love me and the world is mine.
~David Reed
I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.
I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.
~Nathaniel Hawthorne, letter to wife Sophia, 5 December 1839
I love thee - I love thee,
'Tis all that I can say
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day.
~Thomas Hood
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
I love thee - I love thee,
'Tis all that I can say
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day.
~Thomas Hood
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
~John Keats
I love your hills and I love your dales,
And I love your flocks a-bleating;
but oh, on the heather to lie together,
With both our hearts a-beating!
~John Keats
And I love your flocks a-bleating;
but oh, on the heather to lie together,
With both our hearts a-beating!
~John Keats
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