Part 58

As love increases prudence diminishes.--Rochefoucauld.

Never self-possessed, or prudent, love is all abandonment.--Emerson.

The desire to be beloved is ever restless and unsatisfied; but the love that flows out upon others is a perpetual well-spring from on high.--L. M. Child.

Love is love's reward.--Dryden.

The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate. When it is durable, it is serene and equable. Even its famous pains begin only with the ebb of love, for few are indeed lovers, though all would fain be.--Thoreau.

Love makes all things possible.--Shakespeare.

Economy in love is peace to nature, much like economy in worldly matters; we should be prudent, never love too fast; profusion will not, cannot, always last.--Peter Pindar. (John W. Wolcott.)

There is no fear in love, for perfect love casteth out fear.--Bible.

O love! thy essence is thy purity! Breathe one unhallowed breath upon thy flame and it is gone for ever, and but leaves a sullied vase,--its pure light lost in shame.--Landor.

The pale complexion of true love.--Shakespeare.

Love has no middle term; it either saves or destroys.--Victor Hugo.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.--Beecher.

In love's war, he who flies is conqueror.--Mrs. Osgood.

Where there is room in the heart there is always room in the house.--Moore.

Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late in life.--Douglas Jerrold.

Only they conquer love who run away.--Carew.

The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.--L. E. Landon.

Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows; cupid averse rejects divided vows.--Prior.

Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.--Milton.

Those who yield their souls captive to the brief intoxication of love, if no higher and holier feeling mingle with and consecrate their dream of bliss, will shrink trembling from the pangs that attend their waking.--Schlegel.

The first sigh of love is the last of wisdom.--Antoine Bret.

I have enjoyed the happiness of this world, I have lived and have loved.--Richter.

Life is a flower of which love is the honey.--Victor Hugo.

Love is a severe critic. Hate can pardon more than love.--Thoreau.

Young love-making, that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to--the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung--are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of finger-tips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust.--George Eliot.

Love is the loadstone of love.--Mrs. Osgood.

Love is never lasting which flames before it burns.--Feltham.

The best part of woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be sent away with her precious spikenard rejected, and her long tresses, too, that were let fall ready to soothe the wearied feet.--George Eliot.