| Quote | Author | Source | Email Quote |
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| "My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary." | Emily Bronte | Wuthering Heights |  |
"Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boist'rous; and it pricks like thorn." | William Shakespeare | Romeo and Juliet | |
| . . . Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild! | John Galsworthy | The Forsyte Saga | |
| Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love . . . | George Eliot | The Mill on the Floss | |
| . . . love is a great beautifier. | Louisa May Alcott | Little Women | |
| "You anticipate what I would say, though you cannot know how earnestly I say it, how earnestly I feel it, without knowing my secret heart, and the hopes and fears and anxieties with which it has long been laden. Dear Doctor Manette, I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her. . . ." | Charles Dickens | A Tale of Two Cities | |
| "Then must you strive to be worthy of her love. Be brave and pure, fearless to the strong and humble to the weak; and so, whether this love prosper or no, you will have fitted yourself to be honored by a maiden's love, which is, in sooth, the highest guerdon which a true knight can hope for." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The White Company | |
| "Hot hate is twin brother to hot love." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Sir Nigel | |
| "Life isn't long enough for love and art." | W. Somerset Maugham | The Moon and Sixpence | |
| She loved him with too clear a vision to fear his cloudiness. | E. M. Forster | Howards End | |
| Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love. | Jane Austen | Northanger Abbey | |
| Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman . . . | Charles Dickens | Our Mutual Friend | |
| . . . vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return . . . | George Eliot | Daniel Deronda | |
| . . . imagination is at the root of much that passes for love. | Gilbert Parker | The Trespasser | |
| "I love you, love you, love you! If you were to cast me off now - but you will not - you would never be rid of me. No one should come between us. I would pursue you to the death." | Charles Dickens | The Mystery of Edwin Drood | |
| "How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me." | Charles Dickens | The Mystery of Edwin Drood | |
| "Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars . . ." | Gilbert Parker | Parables Of A Province | |
| "I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly." | Charles Dickens | The Mystery of Edwin Drood | |
| But Rosa soon made the discovery that Miss Twinkleton didn't read fairly. She cut the love-scenes, interpolated passages in praise of female celibacy, and was guilty of other glaring pious frauds. | Charles Dickens | The Mystery of Edwin Drood | |
| The winds were warm about us, the whole earth seemed the wealthier for our love. | Harriet Prescott Spofford | The Amber Gods | |
