Romantic Love

The most beautiful words of love are told in silence for a look.

I love you. I used to pity your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, still i would love you. J. R. R.

 

Love’s pleasure lasts but a moment;

 

What a woman says to an eager lover, / write it on running water, write it on air.

The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.

Aesthetic emotion puts man in a state favorable to the reception of erotic emotion. Art is the accomplice of love.

O Love, O fire! once he drew

 

She has always been there, my darling.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Sex is just another form of talk, where you act the words instead of saying them.

Love is and was my lord and king.

 

The “Love that dare not speak its name” in this century is such a great affection of an elder for a younger man as there was between David and Jonathan, such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michael Angelo and Shakespeare.

On account of it [“the Love that dare not speak its name”] I am placed where I am now. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it. It is intellectual, and it repeatedly exists between an elder and a younger man, when the elder man has intellect, and the younger man has all the joy, hope, and glamour of life before him.

But for the lovers, their arms

You are like nobody else since I love you.

And when a lady’s in the case, You know all other things give place.

Mature as he was, she might yet be able to help him to the building of the rainbow bridge that should connect the prose in us with the passion. Without it we are meaningless fragments, half monks, half beasts, unconnected arches that have never joined into a man. With it love is born, and alights on the highest curve, glowing against the gray, sober against the fire.

 

Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height.

 

[ Of Ronald Reagan :] For seven and a half years I have worked alongside him and I am proud to be his partner. We have had triumphs, we have made mistakes, we have had sex.

 

A woman can be anything that the man who loves her would have her be.

Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us. But there is a spurious sentiment which cannot resist the unexpected and the incongruous and the grotesque.

We must resemble each other a little in order to understand each other, but we must be a little different to love each other.

Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things; but love in public affairs does not work.

In order to love simply, it is necessary to know how to show love.