LOVE
A mighty pain to love it is, And 't is a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.Microsoft ® Encarta ® Reference Library 2005. © 1993-2004 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.
Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.
God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.
In Scarlet town, where I was born, There was a fair maid dwellin', Made every youth cry #Well-a-way!# Her name was Barbara Allen. All in the merry month of May, When green buds they were swellin', Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay, For love of Barbara Allen. So slowly, slowly rase she up, And slowly she came nigh him, And when she drew the curtain by— `Young man, I think you're dyin'!"
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what's left tastes bitter.
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
The surest way to hit a woman's heart is to take aim kneeling.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then.
Oh! shine on, shine on, harvest moon Up in the sky. I ain't had no lovin' Since April, January, June, or July.
Rebel and Atheist too, why murmur I, As though I felt the worst that love could do?
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done.
There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.
Those who have courage to love should have courage to suffer.
Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.
'Tis said that some have died for love.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
And for ever, brother, hail and farewell!
Love's pleasure lasts but a moment; love's sorrow lasts all through life.
Therefore the love which does us bind, But Fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.
Beauty sat with me all the summer day, Awaiting the sure triumph of her eye; Nor mark'd I till we parted, how, hard by, Love in her train stood ready for his prey.
But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, And, baffled, get up and begin again.
