Love You Quotes - Page 114

By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love

Love, which teacheth me that thou and I am one

Say, thou art mine; and ever, My love, as it begins, shall so persevere

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: thy love ne'er alter, till they sweet life end

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; we shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo

Oh why rebuke you him that loves you so? / Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Tempt not a desperate man

I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap

Love will not be spurred to what it loathes

She will die if you love her not, And she will die ere she might make her love known

What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?

There's beggary in love that can be reckoned

Love yourself; and in that love not unconsidered leave your honor.

She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

Not stepping over the bounds of modesty.

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!

As love is full of unbefitting strains, All wanton as a child, skipping and vain, Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye, Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms, Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll To every varied object in his glance

Is this the generation of love? Hot blood, hot thoughts and hot deeds? Why, they are vipers. Is love a generation of vipers?

He says, he loves my daughter; I think so too; for never gaz'd the moon Upon the water, as he'll stand and read, As 'twere, my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain, I think, there is not half a kiss to choose, Who loves another best.

I will love you truly forever and a day!

Mackenzie, you cannot produce trust, just as you cannot 'do' humility. It either is or is not. Trust is the fruit of a relationship in which you know you are loved. Because you do not know that I love you, you cannot trust me.

For you see each day I love you more today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow. Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches! If your love were-" "I don't understand that first one yet," Buttercup interrupted. She was starting to get very excited now. "Let me get this straight. Are you saying my love is a grain of sand and yours is this other thing? Images confuse me so - is this universal business of yours bigger than my sand? Help me, Westley. I have the feeling we're on the verge of something just terribly important.

THE THOUGHTFUL LOVER Deny yourself all half things. Have it or leave it. But it will keep—or it is not worth the having. Never start anything you can't finish— However do not lose faith because you are starved! She loves you she says. Believe it —tomorrow. But today the particulars of poetry that difficult art require your whole attention.

Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone And not your yellow hair.