Love Quotes

O, lift me from the grass!
I die, I faint, I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
Oh! press it close to thine again,
Where it will break at last!

Indian Serenade (ST III) Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could 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?

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its
familiar voice wearies not ever. They who inspire it most are
fortunate, As I am now: but those who feel it most Are happier still.
Percy Bysshe Shelley

"To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear;
to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates"

The soul's joy lies in doing.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty:
it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear:
it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries
live in confidence, equality and unreserve.

I love Love--though he has wings,
...And like light can flee,
But above all other things,
...Spirit, I love thee--
Thou art love and life! Oh, come,
Make once more my heart thy home.


	For love, and beauty, and delight,
	There is no death nor change: their might
	Exceeds our organs, which endure
	No light, being themselves obscure.

I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we
trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be
adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not;
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it
returneth.

The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
Dear Jane.
The guitar was tinkling,
But the notes were not sweet till you sung them
Again.