- And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.William Shakespeare - Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time: effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end. Germaine De Stael - Those who have courage to loveshould have courage to suffer.Anthony Trollope -Come live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures prove,That valleys, groves, hills and fields,Woods or steepy mountains yields.Christopher Marlowe - And think not you can direct the course of love. For love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.Kahlil Gibran -There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where...
- Love is all you need.~Paul McCartney - I love thee, as I love the calm Of sweet, star-lighted hours!I love thee, as I love the balm Of early jes'mine flow'rs.~Eliza Acton - Love is a haunting melodyThat I have never masteredAnd I fear I never will.~William S. Burroughs - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach....~Elizabeth Barrett Browning - - She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes:~George Gordon, Lord Byron - If I know what love is, It is because of you.~Herman Hesse -...
1) The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black.Oh, I kept the first for another day!Yet knowing how way leads...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach....~Elizabeth Barrett Browning Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:~William Shakespeare O my Luve's like a red, red roseThat's newly sprung in June;O my Luve's like the melodieThat's sweetly play'd in tune!~Robert Burns She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes:~George Gordon, Lord Byron Come my Celia, let us prove,While we can, the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever.~Ben Jonson And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down...
