Whats your favorite love quote/poem?

Question

Whats your favorite love quote/poem?

Answer 1

"Perhaps we all give our hearts uncritically, to those who hardly think about us in return."

-t.h. white. and one tree hill :)

Answer 2

The opposite of love is not hatred, it is indifference…Love does not die easily. It is a living thing. It thrives in the face of all of life's hazards, save one: neglect.

At least my favorite right now.

Answer 3

Without any doubt, Sonnet 57 by Shakespeare:

Being your slave, what should I do but tend

  Upon the hours and times of your desire?

  I have no precious time at all to spend,

  Nor services to do, till you require.

  Nor dare I chide the world without end hour

  Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,

  Nor think the bitterness of absence sour

  When you have bid your servant once adieu.

  Nor dare I question with my jealous thought

  Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,

  But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought

  Save, where you are, how happy you make those.

                  So true a fool is love that in your will,

                  Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

Answer 4

If I speak in human and angelic tongues, but do not have love, I am a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal.  And if I have the gift of prophecy, and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge; if I have all faith so as to move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.  If I give away everything I own, and If I hand my body over so that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind.  It is not jealous, is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth.  It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails....

Answer 5

SONNET 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her b*****s are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

Answer 6

"And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me. Shine on till tomorrow, Let it be."

- Let it be, The Beatles

And:

Love is real , real is love

Love is feeling , feeling love

Love is wanting to be loved

Love is touch, touch is love

Love is reaching, reaching love

Love is asking to be loved

Love is you

You and me

Love is knowing

we can be

Love is free, free is love

Love is living, living love

Love is needed to be loved

-Love, John Lennon

Answer 7

“To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.”  Brandi Snyder

"I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.” Roy Croft

"To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven." Karen Sunde

"Love doesn't make the world go round, love is what makes the ride worthwhile."

~Elizabeth Browning

Answer 8

Are the stars out tonight?

I don't know if it's cloudy or bright.

I only have eyes for you.

The moon may be high,

But I can't see a thing in the sky.

I only have eyes for you.

I don't know if we're in a garden,

Or on a crowded avenue...

You are here, so am I,

Maybe millions of people go by.

But they all disappear from view.

And I only have eyes.....for you.

(This is a song, recorded by The Flamingos, back in the 50s. In my opinion, it is THE most romantic song ever written. Give it a listen sometime)

Answer 9

SONNET 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.