LOVE QUOTES XXXVII

quotations about love

It is not love that he feels for me. It is more like a constant resentment that has become such a habit to him that to have it removed, like an aching tooth, brings him no relief.

PHILIPPA GREGORY

The Boleyn Inheritance


Many great persons have been of opinion that love is no other thing than complacency itself, in which they have had much appearance of reason. For not only does the movement of love take its origin from the complacency which the heart feels at the first approach of good, and find its end in a second complacency which returns to the heart by union with the thing beloved--but further, it depends for its preservation on this complacency, and can only subsist through it as through its mother and nurse; so that as soon as the complacency ceases, love ceases.

ST. FRANCIS DE SALES

Treatise on the Love of God


Love likes not the falling fruit,
Nor the withered tree.

SIR WALTER RALEIGH

As Ye Came from the Holy Land

Sir Walter Raleigh (c. 1552 - 1618) was an English writer, poet, soldier, politician, courtier, spy, and explorer. He is also well known for popularizing tobacco in England.

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I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration. Some seem to have but one vulnerable point, or door of access; while others have a thousand avenues, and may be captured in a thousand different ways. It is a great triumph of skill to gain the former, but a still greater proof of generalship to maintain possession of the latter, for man must battle for his fortress at every door and window. He who wins a thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown; but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero.

WASHINGTON IRVING

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow


Falling in Love, as modern biology teaches us to believe, is nothing more than the latest, highest, and most involved exemplification, in the human race, of that almost universal selective process which Mr. Darwin has enabled us to recognise throughout the whole long series of the animal kingdom. The butterfly that circles and eddies in his aerial dance around his observant mate is endeavouring to charm her by the delicacy of his colouring, and to overcome her coyness by the display of his skill. The peacock that struts about in imperial pride under the eyes of his attentive hens, is really contributing to the future beauty and strength of his race by collecting to himself a harem through whom he hands down to posterity the valuable qualities which have gained the admiration of his mates in his own person. Mr. Wallace has shown that to be beautiful is to be efficient; and sexual selection is thus, as it were, a mere lateral form of natural selection--a survival of the fittest in the guise of mutual attractiveness and mutual adaptability, producing on the average a maximum of the best properties of the race in the resulting offspring. I need not dwell here upon this aspect of the case, because it is one with which, since the publication of the 'Descent of Man,' all the world has been sufficiently familiar.

GRANT ALLEN

"Falling in Love", Falling in Love and Other Essays


There is no evil angel but Love.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Love's Labour's Lost

William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616) was an English playwright, poet, and actor. His early plays were primarily comedies and histories and are regarded as some of the best work produced in these genres. He then wrote mainly tragedies until 1608, among them Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Othello, King Lear, and Macbeth, all considered to be among the finest works in the English language.

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Love is a kind of warfare.

OVID

The Art of Love

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Love. My golly, it sells diapers, don't it!

DAVID MAMET

Goldberg Street: Short Plays and Monologues

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That feelings of love and hate make rational judgments impossible in public affairs, as in private affairs, we can clearly enough see in others, though not so clearly in ourselves.

HERBERT SPENCER

The Study of Sociology

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I love your letters. How far is that from saying I love you? Well--about a mile. Two miles.

EDWARD ABBEY

The Serpents of Paradise

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Love is something we all talk about but rarely experience. We get sucked into settling, to waiting, to a wilting dating culture, to hatred and to meaningless rendezvous or "ghosting." Love is dying, and we're all forgetting about it.

SONYA MATEJKO

"This Is What I Know About The World At 24", Huffington Post, April 5, 2016


Love is not a flow chart.

PAUL COSGROVE

"Love is not a flow chart", December 22, 2015


The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.

CARLOS RUIZ ZAFON

The Shadow of the Wind

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Be worthy love, and love will come.

LOUISA MAY ALCOTT

Little Women


Love is the most common miracle.

JOHN GREEN

Will Grayson, Will Grayson

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The pain of love is how slowly it dies.

K. J. PARKER

Evil for Evil

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Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

G. K. CHESTERTON

attributed, Life is a Verb

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No friend to Love like a long voyage at sea.

APHRA BEHN

The Rover

Aphra Behn (1640 - 1689) was an English playwright, poet, and novelist from the Restoration era. As one of the first English women to earn her living by her writing, she broke cultural barriers and served as a literary role model for later generations of women authors.


Love wakes men, once a lifetime each;
They lift their heavy lids, and look;
And, lo, what one sweet page can teach
They read with joy, then shut the book.

COVENTRY PATMORE

"The Revelation"

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Love is such a simple thing when we have only one-and-twenty summers and a sweet girl of seventeen trembles under our glance, as if she were a bud first opening her heart with wondering rapture to the morning. Such young unfurrowed souls roll to meet each other like two velvet peaches that touch softly and are at rest; they mingle as easily as two brooklets that ask for nothing but to entwine themselves and ripple with ever-interlacing curves in the leafiest hiding-places.

GEORGE ELIOT

Adam Bede

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