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LOVE - PAGE 2 (M-Z)

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Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
--Christopher Marlowe (1564—1593)
English dramatist and poet.
"Hero and Leander" [1598]


If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
--Christopher Marlowe (1564—1593)
English dramatist and poet.
_The Passionate Shepherd to His Love_

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I finally met the girl for me,
The one I do adore.
She's deaf and dumb and over-sexed,
and owns a liquor store.
--attributed to Dean Martin (1917—1995)
American film actor and singer.

The fountain of my heart dried up within me,—
With nought that loved me, and with nought to love,
I stood upon the desert earth alone.
And in that deep and utter agony,
Though then, then even most unfit to die
I fell upon my knees and prayed for death.
--Charles Robert Maturin (1782—1824)
Irish novelist and dramatist.

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My parents died when I was so young, my mother when I
was eight, my father when I was ten, that I know little
of them but from hearsay. . . He was forty when he married
my mother, who was more than twenty years younger.
She was a very beautiful woman and he was a very ugly
man.

. . . One of her great friends was Lady Anglesey, an
American woman who died at an advanced age not very
long ago, and she told me that she had once said to my
mother; "You're so beautiful and there are so many people
in love with you, why are you faithful to that ugly little man
you've married?" And my mother answered: "He never hurts
my feelings."

--W. Somerset Maugham (1874—1965)
English novelist, playwright, and short-story writer.
_The Summing Up_ [1938], Chapter VII


The great tragedy of life is not that men perish,
but that they cease to love.
--W. Somerset Maugham (1874—1965)
English novelist, playwright, and short-story writer.
_The Summing Up_, 77, [1938]


Love is only the dirty trick played on us to
achieve continuation of the species.
--W. Somerset Maugham (1874—1965)
English novelist, playwright, and short-story writer.
_A Writer's Notebook_ [1949]

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Having someone wonder where you are when you don't
come home at night is a very old human need.
--Margaret Mead (1901—1978)
American anthropologist.
[1975 speech]

That old miracle--Love-at-first-sight--
Needs no explanations.
The heart reads aright
Its destiny sometimes.
--Owen Meredith (pseudonym of Edward Bulwer-Lytton)
_Lucile_ p. 317

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such nobel moods as are not mine, my dear.
--Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892—1950)
American poet.
"I know I am but summer"
_The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems_ [1923]

It was amazing how much things could change between two people.
That you could feel a person was your eternal mate one day and
three months later bump into him in the flower district and hardly
know what to say. It was after she'd fallen in love with him after
they'd not been able to see each other _on a friendly basis_, so
it was disorienting to see his figure standing there on the sidewalk,
purporting to be like anyone else's.
--Susan Minot
_Rapture_ [2002]

Short absence quickens love; long absence kills it.
--Victor de Riqueti, marquis de Mirabeau (1715—1789)
French political economist and father of the French
revolutionary Comte de Mirabeau.

It is not the most lovable individuals who stand
more in need of love--but the most unlovable.
--Ashley Montagu [Israel Ehrenberg] (1905—1999)
English anthropologist and humanist.

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Believe me if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy gifts fading away!
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear!
Oh the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns to her god when he sets
The same look which she turned when he rose!

--Thomas Moore (1779—1852)
Irish poet, satirist, composer, and musician.
"Believe Me If All Those Endearing Young Charms"

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I can neither eat nor sleep for thinking of You,
my dearest love. I never touch even pudding.
--Horatio Nelson (1758—1805)
British naval commander.
Letter to Lady Emma Hamilton [1800]

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To discover he is loved in return ought really to
disenchant the lover with the beloved. "What?
She is so modest as to love even you? Or so
stupid? Or . . . . "
--Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844—1900)
German classical scholar, philosopher, and critic of culture.
_Beyond Good and Evil_ [1886],
"Maxims and Interludes," No. 102


Sensuality often makes love grow too quickly, so
that the root remains weak and is easy to pull out.
--Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844—1900)
German classical scholar, philosopher, and critic of culture.
_Beyond Good and Evil_ [1886],
"Maxims and Interludes," No. 120

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Age does not protect you from love. But love,
to some extent, protects you from age.
--Anaοs Nin (1903—1977)
French-born American writer.
_Winter of Artifice_ [1939]


Love never dies a natural death. It dies because
we don't know how to replenish it's source. It
dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It
dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness,
of witherings, of tarnishings.
--Anaοs Nin (1903—1977)
French-born American writer.
_Winter of Artifice_ [1939]


Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel
as you might when a drowning man holds on to you.
You want to save him, but you know he will strangle
you with his panic.
--Anaοs Nin (1903—1977)
French-born American writer.
_The Diary of Anaοs Nin_, vol. 4
[Written 1944-1947 & first published in 1966.]

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When I was a child, my grandmother died and was buried
in the churchyard in Castlecomer, Ireland. The following
year I went there on holiday. One day we drove to visit
relatives, I in the back seat with my grandfather. As
we pass the graveled driveway leading up to the churchyard,
my grandfather, thinking he was unobserved, pressed his
face against the window of the car and with a small,
hidden motion of his hand, waved. It was then I came to
my first understanding of the majesty and vulnerability
of love.
--Herbert O'Driscoll
Canadian Anglican Priest and author,
_A Doorway in Time_

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With your hand in mine, idly we'll recline
Amid bowers of neuroses,
While the sun seeks rest in the great red west
We'll sit and match psychoses.
--Dorothy Parker (1893—1967)
American critic and humorist.
"The Passionate Freudian to His Love"


Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong
And I am Marie of Roumania.
--Dorothy Parker (1893—1967)
American critic and humorist.


By the time you say you're his,
Shivering and sighing
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying—
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
--Dorothy Parker (1893—1967)
American critic and humorist.
"Unfortunate Coincidence" [1937]

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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
--Edgar Allan Poe (1809—1849)
American poet and short-story writer.
"Annabel Lee" published in the
"New York Tribune" [9 October 1849]

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Birds do it, bees do it,
Even educated fleas do it.
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
--Cole Porter (1892—1964)
American songwriter.
"Let's Do It" (1954 song)
(Words added to original 1928 song)


The girls today in society
Go for classical poetry,
So to win their hearts,
you must quote with ease
Aeschylus and Euripides;
But the poet of them all,
Who will start them simply ravin'
Is the poet people call
The bard of Stratford-on-Avon!

Brush... up... your Shakespeare,
Start... quoting him now!
Brush... up... your Shakespeare,
And the women you will wow!

Just declaim a few lines from Othello
And she'll think you're a hell of a fellow;
If your blonde won't respond when you flatter her,
Tell her what Tony told Cleopaterer
If she fights when her clothes you are mussing
What are clothes? much ado About nussing!
Brush... up... your Shakespeare,
And they'll all kowtow!

--Cole Porter (1892—1964)
American songwriter.
"Brush Up your Shakespeare" [1948 song from the show "Kiss Me Kate"]

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Going out to another in love means risk--the risks of self-disclosure,
rejection, misunderstanding. It means grief, too, from the temporary
separations, psychological or physical, to the final separation of
death.

Whoever insists on personal security and safety as the nonnegotiable
conditions of life will not be willing to pay love's price or find love's
enrichments.

Whoever shuts himself or herself up in the cocoon of self-protective
defenses, keeping others always at a safe distance and holding on
tightly to personal possessions and privacy, will find the price of love
far too high and will remain forever a prisoner of fear.

--John Joseph Powell (1925— )
_Unconditional Love_ [1978]


The essential sadness is to go through life without
loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go
through life and leave this world without ever
telling those you loved that you had loved them.
--John Joseph Powell (1925— )
_Unconditional Love_ [1978], "The God of Love"

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I loved you and it may be that my love within my
soul has not yet altogether died away; howbeit,
it will not trouble you any more, I do not wish to
sadden you in any way. I loved you in silence
and without hope, worn out now with jealousy
and now with shamfastedness; I loved you so
truly and so tenderly as may God grant you may
be loved by some other one.
--Alexander Pushkin (1799—1837)
Russian poet.
"I Loved You" [1829]

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"The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd"
by Sir Walter Raleigh (c. 1552—1618)
English explorer and courtier.

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten-
In folly ripe, in season rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last and love still breed,
Had joys no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy love.

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Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up
as the brain empties.
--Jules Renard (1864—1910)
French novelist and dramatist.

We cannot really love anybody
with whom we never laugh.
--Agnes Repplier (1855—1950)
American author.
_Americans and Others_ [1912]

The woman who too easily and ardently yielded
her devotion will find that its vitality, like a bright
fire, soon consumes itself.
--Antoine de Rivarol (1753—1801)
French man of letters.

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The hardest task in a girl's life is to prove
to a man that his intentions are serious.
--Helen Rowland (1875—1950)
American writer.


It takes a woman twenty years to make a man
of her son, and another woman twenty minutes
to make a fool of him.
--Helen Rowland (1875—1950)
American writer.
_Reflections of a Bachelor Girl_ [1909]

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Why do people say 'make the same mistake again'? What
does 'again' add to the sentence? And am I right that
'burn up' and 'burn down' mean the same thing? 'Slow
up' and 'slow down' mean the same thing? So if 'screw
up' is acceptable, why not 'screw down'?". . . ."And
take this phrase 'head over heels in love.' " he continued.
"This is a common expression, yes? But it's exactly
backward. Or, rather, upside down. You are ordinarily
head over heels. When you are in love you should be
heels over head. Am I right?
--Vasily Gregorovich Lunarcharsky (Vaygay),
a character in Carl Sagan _Contact_ [1985]
Part I, "The Message", Chapter 9, "The Numinous"

Tell me who admires you and loves you,
and I will tell you who you are.
--Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve (1804—1869)
French critic and literary historian.
In Mark Goulston
_The 6 Secrets of a Lasting Relationship_, p. 111 [2002].

In love, one and one are one.
--Jean-Paul Sartre (1905—1980)
French philosopher, novelist, and dramatist;
winner of the 1964 Nobel Prize for literature.

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I stand by the bed where a young woman lies, her face
postoperative, her mouth twisted in palsy, clownish.
A tiny twig of the facial nerve, the one to the muscles
of her mouth, has been severed. She will be thus from
now on. The surgeon had followed with religious fervor
the curve of her flesh; I promise you that. Nevertheless,
to remove the tumor in her cheek, I had cut the little
nerve.

Her young husband is in the room. He stands on the
opposite side of the bed, and together they seem to
dwell in the evening lamplight, isolated from me,
private. Who are they, I ask myself, he and this wry-
mouth I have made, who gaze at and touch each other
so generously, greedily?

The young woman speaks. "Will my mouth always be like this?"
she asks. "Yes," I say, "it will. It is because the nerve
was cut." She nods, and is silent. But the young man smiles.
"I like it," he says. "It is kind of cute."

All at once I know who he is. I understand, and I lower my
gaze. One is not bold in an encounter with a god. Unmindful,
he bends to kiss her crooked mouth, and I so close I can see
how he twists his own lips to accommodate to hers, to show
her that their kiss still works.

I remember that the gods appeared in ancient Greece as
mortals, and I hold my breath and let the wonder in.

--Richard Selzer, M.D.
_Touched By Something Divine_ [1974],
"Encounter With A God"

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The course of true love never
did run smooth.
--William Shakespeare (1564—1616)
English dramatist.
_A Midsummer Night's Dream [1595—1596]


Speak of them as they are; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice; then you must speak
Of one that lov'd not wisely, but too well.
--William Shakespeare (1564—1616)
English dramatist.
_Othello_ [1604—1605], V, ii, 343

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All love is sweet,
Given or returned.
Common as light is love,
And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
They who inspire it most are fortunate,
As I am now; but those who feel it most
Are happier still.
--Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792—1822)
English poet.
"Prometheus Unbound", Act ii. Sc. 5.

The greatest flood has the soonest ebb;
the sorest tempest the most sudden calm;
the hottest love the coldest end; and from
the deepest desire oftentimes ensues the
deadliest hate.
--Socrates (470?—399 B.C.)
Greek philosopher.
In Andy Zubko _Treasury of Spiritual Wisdom_ [2003].

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There's a new world somewhere
They call The Promised Land
And I'll be there some day
If you will hold my hand
I still need you there beside me
No matter what I do
For I know I'll never find another you

There is always someone
For each of us they say
And you'll be my someone
For ever and a day
I could search the whole world over
Until my life is through
But I know I'll never find another you

It's a long, long journey
So stay by my side
When I walk through the storm
You'll be my guide, be my guide

If they gave me a fortune
My treasure would be small
I could lose it all tomorrow
And never mind at all
But if I should lose your love, dear
I don't know what I'll do
For I know I'll never find another you

--"I'll Never Find Another You"
Words and music by Tom Springfield
[1965 song sung by The Seekers]

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Love's gift cannot be given,
it waits to be accepted.
--Rabindranath Tagore (1861—1941)
Bengali poet, short-story writer, song composer,
playwright, and painter who won the 1913
Nobel Prize for Literature.
_Firflies_, p. 271 [1928]

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In the spring a young man's fancy
lightly turns to thoughts of love.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809—1892)
English poet.
"In Memoriam A. H. H." [1850]


I hold it true, whate'er befall,
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809—1892)
English poet.
"In Memoriam A. H. H." [1850]
(Arthur Henry Hallam was the fiancι of Tennyson's
sister Emily and died suddenly in September 1833.)

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For you to ask advice on the rules of love is no
better than to ask advice on the rules of madness.
--Terence [Publius Terentius Afer] (c. 190—159 BC)
Roman comic dramatist.
_The Eunuch_

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"Katrina's Sun Dial"
by Henry Van Dyke (1852—1933)
American clergyman, educator, and author.

Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity.
Hours fly, flowers die,
new days, new ways pass by,
Love stays.

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Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as
smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as
Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you
realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors,
as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing
like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway.
--Judith Viorst (1931— )
American author.


Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a
tight girdle, a higher tax bracket, or a holding pattern over
Philadelphia.
--Judith Viorst (1931— )
American author.
"What IS This Thing Called Love?"
_Redbook_ {magazine} [February 1975]

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A woman in love can't be reasonable--
or she probably wouldn't be in love.
--attributed to Mae West (1893—1980)
American stage and film actress.

The dream of the American male is for a female
who has an essential languor which is not laziness,
who is unaccompanied except by himself, and who
does not let him down. He desires a beautiful, but
comprehensible, creature who does not destroy a
perfect situation by forming a complete sentence.
--E.B. [Elwyn Brooks] White (1899—1985)
American essayist and literary stylist.
"Notes of our Times," [1954]
_The Second Tree from the Corner_

We always believe our first love is
our last, and our last love our first.
--George Whyte-Melville (1821—1878)
Scottish novelist and poet.
_Katerfelto: A Story of Exmoor_ [1875]

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Men always want to be a woman's first love.
Women have a more subtle instinct: What
they like is to be a man's last romance.
--Oscar Wilde (1854—1900)
Anglo-Irish dramatist and poet.


Keep love in your heart. A life without it is
like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
The consciousness of loving and being loved
brings a warmth and richness to life that
nothing else can bring.
--Oscar Wilde (1854—1900)
Anglo-Irish dramatist and poet.

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I used to dream that I would discover
The perfect lover someday.
I knew I'd recognize him
If ever he came 'round my way.
I always used to fancy then
He'd be one of the God-like kind of men,
With a giant brain and a noble head
Like the heroes bold in the books I read.
But along came Bill,
Who's not my type at all,
You'd meet him on the street and never notice him
His form and face,
His manly grace,
Are not the kind that you would find in a statue.
Oh, I can't explain,
It's surely not his brain
That makes me thrill.
I love him, because he's wonderful,
Because he's just my Bill.
--P.G. [Pelham Grenville] Wodehouse with
Oscar Hammerstein II as rewritten for the musical "Show Boat".
(The music for _Bill_ was composed by Jerome Kern.)

Oscar Hammerstein II (1895—1960) American songwriter.
Jerome Kern (1885—1945) American composer.
P.G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse (1881—1975)
English humorist; American citizen from 1955.

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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

--William Butler Yeats (1865—1939)
Irish poet and dramatist who received the
Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923.
"When You Are Old"

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When poverty comes in at the door,
love flies out the window.
--Saying [17th century]

If you love somebody, let them go. If they return,
they were always yours. If they don't, they never
were.
--anon.

Love begins with a smile, grows with
a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
--anon.

Say it with flowers
Or say it with sweets
Boxes of chocolates
Or plush theatre seats
Say it with diamonds
Or say it with mink
But whatever you do
Don't say it in ink.
--anon.

If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?

^^

Trevor Tasker's steamy online romance took a
turn for the worse when he flew to the US to
marry his cyber girlfriend. Instead of the 30-year-old
beauty he was expecting, Tasker, 27, was greeted
at the airport by 65-year-old Wynema Shumate,
who weighs 20 stone. Worse, when she took him
back to her flat, he discovered that she kept the dead
body of a former flatmate in her freezer. Shumate has
been jailed, and Tasker has vowed never to go online
again.
--_The Folio Book of Humorous Anecdotes_
[2005] Introduced by Edward Leeson,
"Love and Marriage"

^^

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amative [AM-uh-tiv], adjective:
Pertaining to or disposed to love, especially
sexual love; full of love; amorous.

besot (verb) [bi-'saht]
To muddle or stupefy, as with liquor—
or love; to infatuate, to make a sot of.

philter [FIL-tur], noun:
1. A potion or charm supposed to cause the person
taking it to fall in love.
2. A potion or charm believed to have magic power.
transitive verb:
To enchant or bewitch with or as if with a magic potion or
charm.
Ex.: Some things you can feel coming. You don't fall in love
because you fall in love; you fall in love because of the
need, desperate, to fall in love. When you feel that need,
you have to watch your step; like having drunk a philter,
the kind that makes you fall in love with the first thing
you meet. It could be a duck-billed platypus.
--Umberto Eco,
_Foucault's Pendulum_


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