~Rose FrankenLove is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat.
~Peter Roberts (Omnipresent Love, )
Requited love is blissful state,
No mortals can themselves create:
We know not why to us 'tis given—
Enough: we know it is of Heaven.
~James Lendall Basford (1845–1915), , 1882
In the midst of pain and urgent trouble we can not realize the supreme happiness of being loved sweetest and deepest of all meditations....
~Percy Bysshe Shelley Love is the greatest touch-up artist of all.
Tumbling and playing, young and free
Moving targets we were
But Cupid's arrow
is heat-seeking, and found, and pierced.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know the hell you are.
~Robert Brault, Love is the law of life.
~Heinrich Heine, "The Hartz Journey" (1824), , translated from German by Charles Godfrey Leland, 1855
Sometimes love needs a rest from caring, and so bears for an intolerable few hours the guilt of not caring.
~Bhagwan Shree RajneeshLove is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare
The summer to its rose may bring;
Far sweeter to the wooing air
The hidden violet of spring.
Still, still that lovely ghost appears,
Too fair, too pure, to bid depart;
No riper love of later years
Can steal its beauty from the heart.
~Bayard Taylor, "Young Love"
Love touches the soul and awakens a desire so powerful that even the most vigilant heart is lured by its radiance.
~Kay KnudsenThere's nothing more freeing than the shackles of love.
To say that love is blind understates the case; surely only perverse incompetence can account for the fact that it so often chooses the hopelessly unattainable, the maddeningly unresponsive, or the entirely unsuitable.
Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
~Grace Isabel Colbron, book review of by Sinclair Lewis, 1915
I seek the counsel of your heartbeat
and the calm song of your voice,
your warm breath and the security
of your gentle touch my soul rests
quietly and peacefully, in your arms.
~Terri Guillemets, "Serenity found," 2009
[I]f you are truly a man, sure of yourself and confident of your strength, you may taste of life without fear and without reserve; you may be sad or joyous, deceived or respected; but be sure you are loved, for what matters the rest?
SlovakLove is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
For Love of the Game (1999) - IMDb
~From the movie , 1932
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
What good is love if you never ask anything of it?