- Quotes by William Butler Yeats
“Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace, For him who hears love sing and never cease. Never give all the heart, for love, Will hardly seem worth thinking of , To passionate women if it seem, Certain and they never dream , that it fades out from kiss to kiss. In middle life, they take a kiss for what a kiss is worth, And let the dream go by. And she and I, Shall light upon a place in the world’s core, Where passion grows to be a changeless things. There is not one among you that made love, By any other means. You call it passion, Consideration, generosity; But it was all deceit, and flattery, To win a woman in her own despite, For love is war, and there is hatred in it. Do you not know, How great a wrong it is to let one’s thought, Wander a moment when one is in love? He might have had my sister, My cousins by the score, But nothing satisfied the fool, But my dear Mary Moore, None other knows what pleasures man, At table or in bed. What shall I do for pretty girls, Now my old bawd is dead?” - Quotes by William Wordsworth
“What fond and wayward thoughts will slide, Into a lover’s head! – “O mercy!” to myself I cried, “If Lucy should be dead!” And you must love him, ere to you, He will seem worthy of your love. She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicates fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love, and thoughtand joy”.
- Quotes by John Wilmot
“I cannot change, as other do, Though you unjustly scorn, Since that poor swain that sights for you, For you alone was born; No, Phillis, no, your heart to move, A surer way I’ll try – And to revenge my slighted love, Will still love on, and die. Alas! ’tis sacred jealousy, Love raised to an extreme: The only proof ‘twixt her and me, We love, and do not dream”. - Quote by Oscar Wilde
“There is always something ridiculous about the passions of people whom one has ceased to love. Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love; it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies. Each passion being loth, For love’s own sake to leave the other’s side, Yet killing love by staying. to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance, Phipps. yet each man kills the thing he loves , By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old: Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because, The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh; For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die”.
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