For Love Quotes

I'm a very ritualistic, routine-oriented person, and I discovered over the years that I love working Monday through Friday.

I'm a fighter for love. I guess it's just that thing of standing up for what you believe in and what and who you love. And any opportunity to avoid people fighting about things the better, really.

He was there beside her, yet she was far away from him, aone with her outraged love and her ruined life.

Love and the Soul (for that is what Psyche means) had sought and, after sore trials, found each other; and that union could never be broken. (Cupid and Psyche)

The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love . . . There was no more hating then, And no more love; Gone is the heart of Man.

Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!

Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity.

She is unable to dream, think or love. In a woman, poetry never comes naturally, but always as the result of education. Only the woman of the world is a woman; the rest are simply females.

I loved but once, yet twice I lose my love!

They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate.

Do your heart and head keep pace? When does hoary Love expire, When do frosts put out the fire? Can its embers burn below All that chill December snow?

Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.

Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.

But as it falleth, in the gentlest hearts Imperious love hath highest set his throne, And tyrannizeth in the bitter smarts Of them, that to him buxom are and prone.

Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!

All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid

For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.

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

The notion that I might have been able to court friends, win attention, conjure it, would have spoiled it for me. Unbidden love was what I wanted.

I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

O troubled forms, O early love unfortunate and hard, Time has estranged you into a jewel cold and pure

He that would eat of love must eat it where it hangs.

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

Women who love only women may have a good point.

You can't belay a man who's falling in love.

The love of a man for his wife, his child, of the land where he lives and works, is for me the real meaning of mystical experience.

Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.

As Mark Twain said, 'I love Wagner -- if only they'd cut out all that damned singing!'

Men love their ideas more than their lives. And the more preposterous the idea, the more eager they are to die for it. And to kill for it.

What is reason? Knowledge informed by sympathy, intelligence in the arms of love.

Literary critics, like a herd of cows or a school of fish, always face in the same direction, obeying that love for unity that every critic requires.

All serious writers want the obvious rewards: fame, money, women, love -- and most of all, an audience!

How to Avoid Pleurisy: Never make love to a girl named Candy on the tailgate of a half-ton Ford pickup during a chill rain in April out on Grandview Point in San Juan County, Utah.

Little boys love machines; girls adore horses; grown-up men and women like to walk.

Married couples who quarrel bitterly every day may really need each other as deeply as those who appear to be desperately in love.

Though I've lived in the rural West most of my life, I never once fell in love with a horse. Not once. Neither end.

We love the beautiful and serene, but we have a feeling as deep as love for the terrible and dark.

There is in the heart of woman such a deep well of love that no age can freeze it.

Love creates, love cements, love enters and harmonizes all things.

Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!

Sacred Infant, all divine, What a tender love was Thine, Thus to come from highest bliss Down to such a world as this.

A lot of my love of literature comes from Oz and Alice.

He loved his country as no other man has loved her, but no man deserved less at her hands.

I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son.

[The] noblest of [Arabs] united the love of arms with the profession of merchandise.

The love of freedom, so often invigorated and disgraced by private ambition, was reduced, among the licentious Franks, to the contempt of order, and the desire of impunity.

Indeed, if "biology is chemistry with history," as somebody has said, then nature writing is biology with love.

Paris. City of love. City of dreams. City of splendor. City of saints and scholars. City of gaiety. Sink of iniquity.