Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes on Love (24 Quotes)

Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry.

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite To forgive wrongs darker than death or night To defy power which seems omnipotent To love, and bear to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates

MY faint spirit was sitting in the light
Of thy looks, my love;
It panted for thee like the hind at noon
For the brooks, my love.

My hopes were once like fire;
I loved, and I believed that life was love.

And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,

Teach us, sprite or bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.

If we reason, we would be understood if we imagine, we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another s if we feel, we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own, that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood. This is Love.

To hearts which near each other move
From evening close to morning light,
The night is good; because, my love,
They never say good-night.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

You cannot see his eyes--they are two wells
Of liquid love.

Did thine own mind afford no scope
Of love, or moving thoughts to thee?

Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds depart
And come, for some uncertain moments lent.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

All things are sold the very light of heaven is venal earth's unsparing gifts of love, the smallest and most despicable things that lurk in the abysses of the deep, all objects of our life, even life itself, and the poor pittance which the laws allow of liberty, the fellowship of man, those duties which his heart of human love should urge him to perform instinctively, are bought and sold as in a public mart of not disguising selfishness, that sets on each its price, the stamp-mark of her reign.

His strong heart sunk and sickened with excess
Of love.

Like a high-born maiden
In a palace tower,
Soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:

Where is the love, beauty, and truth we seek
But in our mind?

It might make one in love with death, to be buried in so sweet a place.

I love, but I believe in love no more.

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.

A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,
Was Time long past.

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

I sang of the dancing stars,
I sang of the dedal earth,
And of heaven, and the Giant wars,
And love, and death, and birth.

What is it with thee, love?