Quotes about love
love air chameleon
The chameleon Love can feed on the air William Shakespeare
love ostentation left
The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.
love strong long
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long
love eye mines
What power is it which mounts my love so high, that makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye
love may appetite
Alas, their love may be call'd appetite. No motion of the liver, but the palate
love cheer blood
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
love strong ruins
And ruin`d love when it is built anew, grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater
love long together
Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together
love miserable pity
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise
love strong science
But the strong base and building of my love is as the very centre of the earth, drawing all things to it.
love heaven taught
By heaven, I do love: and it hath taught me to rhyme, and to be mekancholy.
love remembrance nails
Even as one heat another heat expels, or as one nail by strength drives out another, so the remembrance of my former love is by a newer object quite forgotten.
love night blind
If love be blind, it best agrees with night
love blind mark
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark
love hate ifs
If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground
love lying lust
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies
love heart shadow
Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth
love fire frost
Against love's fire fear`s frost hath dissolution
love two let-me
Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.
love-you giving ends
And in the end... the love you get equals the love you give
love-is fever longing
My love is as a fever, longing still.
love husband eye
Love adds a precious seeing to the eye.
love men giving
Why, friends, you go to do you know not what: Wherein hath Caesar thus deserved your loves? Alas, you know not: I must tell you then: You have forgot the will I told you of. . . . . Here is the will, and under Caesar's seal. To every Roman citizen he gives, To every several man, seventy-five drachmas. . . . . Moreover, he hath left you all his walks, His private arbours and new-planted orchards, On this side Tiber; he hath left them you, And to your heirs for ever, common pleasures, To walk abroad, and recreate yourselves. Here was a Caesar! when comes such another?
love long tardiness
Love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
love heaven earth
CLEOPATRA: If it be love indeed, tell me how much. ANTONY: There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. CLEOPATRA: I'll set a bourne how far to be belov'd. ANTONY: Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth.
love war eye
Brutus, I do observe you now of late: I have not from your eyes that gentleness And show of love as I was wont to have: You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand Over your friend that loves you. Poor Brutus, with himself at war, Forgets the shows of love to other men.
love kings maids
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!
love sweet fall
That strain again! It had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet as it was before.
love eye mistress
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
love friendship men
They love least that let men know their loves.
love medicine rogues
I am bewitched with the rogue's company. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.
love cat men
Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.
love agents world
O world, world! thus is the poor agent despised. O traitors and bawds, how earnestly are you set a-work, and how ill requited! Why should our endeavor be so loved, and the performance so loathed?