{"id":4344,"date":"2016-02-01T03:00:43","date_gmt":"2016-02-01T10:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/?p=4344"},"modified":"2017-04-15T16:28:40","modified_gmt":"2017-04-15T23:28:40","slug":"40-love-quotes-from-literature","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.litquotes.com\/blog\/2016\/02\/40-love-quotes-from-literature\/","title":{"rendered":"40 Love Quotes from Literature"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Love<\/b><\/p>\n

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
\nAnd therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0A Midsummer Night’s Dream<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0William Shakespeare<\/a><\/p>\n


\n“I do love you surely in a better way than he does.” He thought. “Yes\u2014really in a better way. I want you to have your own thoughts even when I hold you in my arms.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0A Room With A View<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0E. M. Forster<\/a><\/p>\n

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“God’s law is only Love.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0A Woman of No Importance<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Oscar Wilde<\/a><\/p>\n

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I ask you to pass through life at my side\u2014to be my second self, and best earthly companion.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Jane Eyre<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Charlotte Bronte<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
\nDoubt that the sun doth move;
\nDoubt truth to be a liar;
\nBut never doubt I love.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Hamlet, Prince of Denmark<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0William Shakespeare<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Little Men<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Louisa May Alcott<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Love<\/p>\n

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Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Jane Eyre<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Charlotte Bronte<\/a><\/p>\n

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Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
\nSuch shaping fantasies, that apprehend
\nMore than cool reason ever comprehends.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0A Midsummer Night’s Dream<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0William Shakespeare<\/a><\/p>\n

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“I don’t want sunbursts and marble halls. I just want you<\/i>.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Anne of the Island<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Lucy Maud Montgomery<\/a><\/p>\n

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That which is loved may pass, but love hath no end.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Parables Of A Province<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Gilbert Parker<\/a><\/p>\n

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The winds were warm about us, the whole earth seemed the wealthier for our love.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The Amber Gods<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Harriet Prescott Spofford<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.\u201d<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0 David Copperfield<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Charles Dickens<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Love<\/p>\n

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I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Great Expectations<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Charles Dickens<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Young men’s love, then, lies
\nNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Romeo and Juliet<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0William Shakespeare<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She had found her heart at last. Never having known its worth till now, she had never known the worth of his.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Barnaby Rudge<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Charles Dickens<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It is best to love wisely, no doubt: but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The History of Pendennis<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0William Makepeace Thackeray<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cLove has no age, no limit; and no death.\u201d<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The Forsyte Saga<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0John Galsworthy<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Love<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Maggie said that love was the flower of life, and blossomed unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it was found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The Rainbow<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0D. H. Lawrence<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Love comforteth like sunshine after rain.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Venus and Adonis<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0William Shakespeare<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Parables Of A Province<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Gilbert Parker<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love? Are their first poems their best? Or are not those the best which come from their fuller thought, their larger experience, their deeper-rooted affections?<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Adam Bede<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0George Eliot<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind. It is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard. To see the best is to see most clearly, and it is the lover\u2019s privilege.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The Little Minister<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0James M. Barrie<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Love<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Love of man for woman–love of woman for man. That’s the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Riders of the Purple Sage<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Zane Grey<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“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.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The Mystery of Edwin Drood<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Charles Dickens<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“We are all born for love,” said Morley. “It is the principle of existence, and its only end.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Sybil<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Benjamin Disraeli<\/a><\/p>\n

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He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The Great Gatsby<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0F. Scott Fitzgerald<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
\nMy love as deep; the more I give to thee,
\nThe more I have, for both are infinite.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Romeo and Juliet<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0William Shakespeare<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThe best of life is built on what we say when we\u2019re in love. It isn\u2019t nonsense, Katharine,\u201d she urged, \u201cit\u2019s the truth, it\u2019s the only truth.\u201d<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Night and Day<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Virginia Woolf<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Best<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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!<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The Forsyte Saga<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0John Galsworthy<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She lifted her face to him, and he bent forward and kissed her on the mouth, gently, with the one kiss that is an eternal pledge. And as he kissed her his heart strained again in his breast. He never intended to love her. But now it was over. He had crossed over the gulf to her, and all that he had left behind had shrivelled and become void.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The Horse Dealer’s Daughter<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0D. H. Lawrence<\/a><\/p>\n

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“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Emma<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Jane Austen<\/a><\/p>\n

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“Men always want to be a woman’s first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man’s last romance.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0A Woman of No Importance<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Oscar Wilde<\/a><\/p>\n

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She loved him with too clear a vision to fear his cloudiness.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Howards End<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0E. M. Forster<\/a><\/p>\n

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\u201cI see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river; to me you\u2019re everything that exists; the reality of everything.\u201d<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Night and Day<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Virginia Woolf<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Virginia<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
\nToo rude, too boist’rous; and it pricks like thorn.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Romeo and Juliet<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0William Shakespeare<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0Wuthering Heights<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Emily Bronte<\/a><\/p>\n

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The course of true love never did run smooth.<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0A Midsummer Night’s Dream<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0William Shakespeare<\/a><\/p>\n

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“Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who’ve never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt and general indifference, and they call it love. Once you’ve felt what it means to love as you and I know it–the total passion for the total height–you’re incapable of anything less.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The Fountainhead<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Ayn Rand<\/a><\/p>\n

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“You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought.”<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0The White Company<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Sir Arthur Conan Doyle<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWho, being loved, is poor?\u201d<\/b>\u00a0~\u00a0A Woman of No Importance<\/a><\/i>\u00a0by\u00a0Oscar Wilde<\/a><\/p>\n

\"Love<\/p>\n

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Ready for more? \u00a0See our entire love quote collection<\/a>. \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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