157 Best Poets’ Quotes About Love

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157 Best Poet Quotes About Love (Handpicked)

Handpicked Poets’ Quotes About Love

Plunge into a collection of the most enchanting poets’ quotes about love, thoughtfully curated for your romantic journey.

Whether you’re seeking words that capture the passion and intensity of love, or reflect on the tender moments and profound connections it brings, our anthology offers a diverse range of heartfelt examples.

With our meticulously curated selection, the finest poets’ quotes about love are all conveniently located in one place.

So, take a moment to explore and appreciate the beauty and inspiration these words have evoked in poets throughout history!

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My Favorite Poets’ Quote About Love

Oh! love! It is to be two and yet but one—it is a man and a woman blending into an angel—it is heaven itself.
–Victor Hugo

Famous Poets’ Quote About Love

All love is sweet, given or returned. Common as light is love, and its familiar voice wearies not ever.
–Percy Bysshe Shelley

The hottest love has the coldest end.

Love is a celestial harmony of likely hearts.
–E. Spenser

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
Thrill the deepest notes of woe.
–R. Burns

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years;
And every little absence is an age.
–J. Dryden

The light that lies in woman’s eyes.
–T. Moore

When Love is hurt, it is self-love that requires the opiate
–George Meredith

All mankind love a lover.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson

Love conquers all things; let us yield to its power.

Love bade me write.

Wine is the milk of love.

When Love claps him on the shoulder, even the man with no ear for poetic harmonies becomes poetical.

Love is the earliest of our feelings.

Love is the groundwork which imagination has embroidered.

The great proof of love is to obey the whims of her whom one loves.

There’s no reasoning in love and hate.

Hate is unjust, but love is even more so.

Love is love’s reward.

Love knows no winter.

The man who is in love for the first time, even if his love is unrequited, is a godlike being.
–H. Heine

Love, whose lesson a gentle heart doth quickly learn.

Love is a feeling that comes into our hearts of our own choice ; for neither force nor harshness can limit the heart’s freedom.

Love which moves the sun and other stars of heaven.

Neither Creator nor creature was ever without love.

The power of Love over us is determined by the strength that our own hearts give it.

Sweet heavenly love, which dost array thyself in smiles.

Love looks through spectacles which make copper appear gold, poverty appear wealth, and sore eyes seem to drop pearls.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

All men honour love, because it looks up, and not down.

To be in love and act wisely is scarcely in the power of a god.

Love is quickly learned by a noble heart.

Love spares no loved one from loving.

As love without esteem is capricious and volatile, esteem without love is languid and cold.

Belief and love,—a believing love, will relieve us of a vast load of care.

But there’s nothing half so sweet in life As love’s young dream.

But to see her was to love her—love but her, and love for ever.

Colour is the type of love. Hence it is especially connected with the blossoming of the earth, and with its fruits; also with the spring and fall of the leaf, and with the morning and evening of the day, in order to show the waiting of love about the birth and death of man.

Love is a credulous affection.

Dante, who loved well because he hated, Hated wickedness that hinders loving.

That is true love which is ever the same, whether everything is conceded to it or everything denied.

Love is the price of love.

Eternal love made me.

Every cloud that spreads above And veileth love, itself is love.

God gives us love. Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.”

Love is at once easy to satisfy and insatiable.

Love ranges about in all thoroughfares; fidelity dwells by herself alone. Love comes to meet you with quick footstep; fidelity will be sought out.

Love, and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic equation.

Love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.

Love can hope where reason would despair.

Love has made its best interpreter a sigh.

Love has the tendency of pressing together all the lights, all the rays emitted from the beloved object, by the burning-glass of fantasy, into one focus, and making of them one radiant sun without spots.

Love is a bottomless pit; it is a cormorant—a harpy that devours everything.

Love is a boy by poets spoiled.
–S. Butler

Love is a spirit all compact of fire; Not gross to sink, but light and will aspire.

Love is an exotic of the most delicate constitution.

Love is blind, and the figure of Cupid is drawn with a bandage round his eyes. Blind: yes, because he does not see what he does not like; but the sharpest-sighted hunter in the universe is Love for finding what he seeks, and only that.

Love is not a fire which can be confined within the breast; everything betrays it; and its fires imperfectly covered, only burst out the more.

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.

Love is old, old as eternity, but not outworn; with each new being born or to be born.

Love is the eldest, noblest, and mightiest of the gods, and the chiefest author and giver of virtue in life and happiness after death.

Love, the last relay and ultimate outpost of eternity.
–D. G. Rossetti

Love the sense of right and wrong confounds; Strong love and proud ambition have no bounds.

Love will find its way Through paths where wolves would fear to prey.

Love works a different way in different minds, The fool enlightens and the wise he blinds.

Love’s the noblest frailty of the mind.

Love’s of a strangely open simple kind, And thinks none sees it ’cause itself is blind.

Men love things best; women love persons best.
–Jean Paul

Love is a kind of warfare.

Only love may break the flower of love.

Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them.

Pure love cannot merely do all, but is all.
–Jean Paul

The attraction of love is in an inverse proportion to the attraction of the Newtonian philosophy.

The magic power of love consists in its ennobling whatever its breath touches, like the sun whose golden ray transmutes even thunderclouds into gold.

The plainest man that can convince a woman that he is really in love with her, has done more to make her in love with him than the handsomest man, if he can produce no such conviction. For the love of woman is a shoot, not a seed, and flourishes most vigorously only when ingrafted on that love which is rooted in the breast of another.

The sweets of love are washed with tears.
–George Herbert

They said that Love would die when Hope was gone, And Love mourn’d long, and sorrow’d after Hope; At last she sought out Memory, and they trod The same old paths where Love had walk’d with Hope, And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.

Love is a pure dew which drops from heaven into our heart, when God wills.
–Arsène Houssaye

Love is the yearning for the unknown carried to madness.

What happiness to be beloved; and O, what bliss, ye gods, to love!

What state of man such rapture can impart As the soft passions of an amorous heart? What life so blest as his, decreed to prove With pleasing chains the servitude of Love?
–Ariosto (Hoole, Translator)

This way and that; to and fro. Ovid wrote an Art of Love, but it is all untrue. Love and poetry do not satisfy by their art, for poets are born, and lovers are made by love.
–Tirso de Molina

Love is the support of human life.
–A. Perez

Love, requited or unrequited, produces melancholy.
–Antonio Perez

Poets’ Quotes on Relationships and Love

Love, like death, levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd’s crook beside the sceptre.
–E. Bulwer-Lytton

Love is the tyrant of the heart; it darkens reason, confounds discretion; deaf to counsel it runs a headlong course to desperate madness.
–J. Ford

A mighty pain to love it is,
And ‘t is a pain that pain to miss;
But of all pains, the greatest pain
It is to love, but love in vain.
–A. Cowley

Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
–N. Rowe

O, thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
–C. Marlowe

A love that took an early root, And had an early doom.
–T. K. Hervey

Love has no age, no limit; and no death
–John Galsworthy

Love can outlive slander.
–Gilbert Parker

Love, too, is a game, and needs playing.
–Gilbert Parker

Love knows not distance; it hath no continent.
–Gilbert Parker

Love has nothing to do with ugliness or beauty, or fortune
–Gilbert Parker

Charity itself fulfils the law,
And who can sever love from charity?

A friendship that like love is warm,
A love like friendship steady.
–T. Moore

Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Friendship is a sheltering tree.
–S. T. Coleridge

The quarrelling of lovers is the renewal of love.

If I have freedom in my love and in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above, enjoy such liberty.

At lovers’ perjuries they say Jove laughs.

Grievous is it not to love, and grievous, too, to love; but far more grievous is it to love and love in vain.

Faith, in the language of heaven, is Love in the language of men.
–Victor Hugo

The poet’s soul is the soul of darkness and of love ; it is a flower which unfolds its petals when the day has fled, and bares its beauties to the stars.
–Victor Hugo

The poet’s heart is an unlighted torch, which gives no help to his footsteps till love has touched it with flame.

That is true love which is always the same, whether you give everything or deny everything to it.

That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way after us.

Love often makes a poet; herself a wonder, she works wonders.

Oh, that it remained for ever green, the fair season of early love.

Oh, that it would stay for ever, the double bliss of the tones as well as of the love.

No man flatters the woman he truly loves.

Men love us, or they need our love.

Men judge on rational grounds; the woman’s judgment is her love; where the woman does not love, she has judged.

Man’s love is of man’s life a thing apart; ‘Tis woman’s whole existence.

Love is sparingly soluble in the words of men, therefore they speak much of it; but one syllable of woman’s speech can dissolve more of it than a man’s heart can hold.

The first sigh of love is the last of wisdom.

Right is with the strongest in love as in war, And the woman we love will always be right.
–A. de Musset

Kisses are pledges and incentives of love.

Voluntary dependence is the noblest condition we can be in; and how were that possible without love?

Happy he who dares courageously to defend what he loves.

Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing.

Faults are beauties in lover’s eyes.

Faith is love taking the form of aspiration.

The wrinkles of every sorrow disappear as long as the spell of love is unbroken.

Only since I loved is life lovely; only since I loved knew I that I lived.

From the moment one falls in love, one becomes sweet in the temper.

Doubting the reality of love leads to doubting everything.

Divine love is a sacred flower, which in its early bud is happiness, and in its full bloom is heaven.

Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.

Love embraces woman’s whole life; it is her prison and her kingdom of heaven.

Love converts the cottage into a palace of gold.

Love follows no measure of time; it buds and blossoms and ripens in one happy hour.

What I was ashamed to say, love has ordered me to write.

As soon as beauty is sought, not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker.

A woman’s friendship borders more closely on love than a man’s.

A lover’s eyes will gaze an eagle blind.

In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
–J. Arany

Love is mortals’ crowning blessing.
–Louis Ferrier

The heart that never loved was the first atheist.
–Alfred Mercier

When friendship becomes love, they blend like two streams, of which the most famous absorbs even the name of the other.
–Mlle. de Scudéri

Sip love as a sober man takes wine, and never become besotted with it.
–Alfred de Musset

Love transforms the humble cottage into a golden palace.

That man alone knows what love is, who loves when hope is gone.

We love girls for what they are; we love lads for what they seem likely to become.

He who tries to unite love with prudence knows nothing of love.

Kisses, when given in love, are, so to speak, the meeting together of two loving hearts.

Leave, leave the woods, silly boy, leave thy hunting, and learn to love.

Fidelity and love are seldom found together.

The heart is the root whence grow Faith and Love.
–Antonio Perez

For men say they often find Love’s the slayer of their mind.

Love owns one universal claim To Love, it only needs To Be, – Whether a bird, a flower, a tree: Then the chief glory, far above All else in life must be Love, Love,
–Calderon (D. F. MacCarthy, Translator)

Love in those who truly love increases with absence.
–Antonio Perez

A cheerful life is what the Muses love; A soaring spirit is their prime delight.

All good colour is in some degree pensive, and the purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most.

We bury love, Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
–Alexander Smith