Quotes about Love
Our prayer must not be self-centered. It must arise not only because we feel our own need as a burden we must lay upon God, but also because we are so bound up in love for our fellow men that we feel their need as acutely as our own. To make intercession for men is the most powerful and practical way in which we can express our love for them.
— John Calvin
We are not to reflect on the wickedness of men but to look to the image of God in them, an image which, covering and obliterating their faults, an image which, by its beauty and dignity, should allure us to love and embrace them.
— John Calvin
The Phoenix riddle hath more witBy us, we two being one, are it.So to one neutral thing both sexes fit,We die and rise the same, and proveMysterious by this love.
— John Donne
For God sake hold your tongue, and let me love.
— John Donne
Our eye-beams twisted, and did threadOur eyes, upon one double string;So to entergraft our hands, as yetWas all the means to make us one,And pictures in our eyes to getWas all our propagation.
— John Donne
Dull sublunary lovers' love(Whose soul is sense) cannot admitAbsence, because it doth removeThose things which elemented it.
— John Donne
'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?O wilt thou therefore rise from me?Why should we rise, because 'tis light?Did we lie down, because 'twas night?Love which in spite of darkness brought us hitherShould in despite of light keep us together.
— John Donne
Show me, dear Christ, Thy spouse, so bright and clear.
— John Donne
Sweetest love, I do not go,For weariness of thee,Nor in hope the world can showA fitter love for me;But since that IMust die at last, 'tis best,To use my self in jestThus by feign'd deaths to die.
— John Donne
For I am every dead thing,In whom love wrought new alchemy.For his art did expressA quintessence even from nothingness,From dull privations, and lean emptinessHe ruin'd me, and I am re-begotOf absence, darkness, death; things which are not.
— John Donne
And swearNo whereLives a woman true, and fair.
— John Donne
Our two souls therefore which are one,Though I must go, endure not yetA breach, but an expansion,Like gold to airy thinness beat.
— John Donne