in Quotes & Aphorisms (Love)
There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
from the book "" by Charlotte Brontė
There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
Long live the Rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.
Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.
Love that only which happens to thee and is spun with the thread of thy destiny. For what is more suitable?
Nuptial love maketh mankind, friendly love perfecteth it, but wonton love corrupteth and embaseth it.
Life, for eternal us, is now.
Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.
Oh, can I really believe the poet's tales, that when one first sees the object of one's love, one imagines one has seen her long ago, that all love like all knowledge is remembrance, that love too has its prophecies in the individual.... it seems to me that I should have to possess the beauty of all girls in order to draw out a beauty equal to yours; that I should have to circumnavigate the world in order to find the place I lack and which the deepest mystery of my whole being points towards, and at the next moment you are so near to me, filling my spirit so powerfully that I am transfigured for myself, and feel that it's good to be here.