Love Quotes

From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leapt with him…

I pass the lighted window of a shop where perfume is sold. The window is filled with pieces of colored glass, tiny transparent bottles in delicate colors, like bits of a shattered rainbow. Then all at once my sister touches my…

I must choose to cease from suffering or cease from loving. For, just as in the beginning it is formed by desire, so afterwards love is kept in existence only by a painful anxiety. I felt part of Albertine’s life eluded me. Love, in…

Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both…

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing…

Physical fulfillment makes its presence known, while still remaining hidden. The heart draws back from this fulfillment in order to love more. Marius’s wooing, pervaded as it was with fantasy, was, so to speak, ethereal. The birds when…

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light…

All pessimism has a secret optimism for its object. All surrender of life, all denial of pleasure, darkness, all austerity, all desolation has for its real aim is this separation of something so that it may be poignantly and…

“I’m surprised at the parents! They say it’s a marriage of passion.”

“Of passion? What antediluvian thoughts you have! Who talks about passions these days?” said the ambassador’s wife.

“What’s to be done? This stupid old fashion hasn’t gone…”

“…Jeeves,” I said, “nothing seems to matter.”

“No, sir?”

“No, Jeeves. A woman has tossed my heart lightly away, but what of it?”

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live…

Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole…