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Love7 quotes
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the end of Being and ideal Grace. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning · 1850My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red... I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. — William Shakespeare · 1609Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. — William Shakespeare · 1609I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning · 1850When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes... Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. — William Shakespeare · 1609Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark. — William Shakespeare · 1609All 7 quotes →
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the end of Being and ideal Grace. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning · 1850My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red... I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound. — William Shakespeare · 1609I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning · 1850
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. — William Shakespeare · 1609Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end. — William Shakespeare · 1609Nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Seasons2 quotes
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. — William Shakespeare · 1609Winter, which being full of care Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare. — William Shakespeare · 1609
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. — William Shakespeare · 1609Everything that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end. — William Shakespeare · 1609Nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Time2 quotes
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end. — William Shakespeare · 1609Nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense. — William Shakespeare · 1609
True love2 quotes
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. — William Shakespeare · 1609Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no, it is an ever-fixed mark. — William Shakespeare · 1609
I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. — William Shakespeare · 1609
But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall Death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st. So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. — William Shakespeare · 1609
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. — William Shakespeare · 1609
His heart was in his garden; but his brain Wandered at will among the fiery stars. — Frederick Goddard Tuckerman · 1860
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. — William Shakespeare · 1609
His heart was in his garden; but his brain Wandered at will among the fiery stars. — Frederick Goddard Tuckerman · 1860
Things bygone are the only things that last: The Present is mere grass, quick-mown away; The Past is stone, and stands for ever fast. — Eugene Lee-Hamilton · 1894
Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing. — William Shakespeare · 1609
I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Memories1 quote
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Mortality1 quote
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Things bygone are the only things that last: The Present is mere grass, quick-mown away; The Past is stone, and stands for ever fast. — Eugene Lee-Hamilton · 1894
And ruined love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. — William Shakespeare · 1609
And ruined love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. — William Shakespeare · 1609
And ruined love, when it is built anew, Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Ripeness1 quote
Everything that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment. — William Shakespeare · 1609
Sculpture1 quote
The more the marble wastes, the more the statue grows. — Michelangelo · 1525
Summer1 quote
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. — William Shakespeare · 1609
The moon1 quote
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! — Philip Sidney · 1591