Old Love Quotes

Country music is about new love and it's about old love.

Upon your shattered ruins where, This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble.

With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out

As all the perfumes of the vanished dayRise from the earth still moistened with the dewSo from my chastened soul beneath thy rayOld love is born anew.

Laughter shall drown the raucous shout; And, though these shelt'ring walls are thin, May they be strong to keep hate out And hold love in.

Much ado there was, God wot; He woold love, and she woold not, She sayd, "Never man was trewe;" He sayes, "None was false to you."

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

Two persons love in one another the future good which they aid one another to unfold.

If we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls.

For the young, death is an enemy they wish to try their strength against. For those of us a little older, she is an old friend, an old lover, but one we are not eager to meet again soon.

The people who loved me when I was seven years old love my books, and the people who didn't like me when I was seven years old don't like my books.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

If you must reread old love letters, better pick a room without mirrors.

Think of one person who you are tempted for any reason to withhold love from, and pray for their happiness. In that moment your pain will stop.

Is it love that connects us, is that what it is? I never knew that the feeling I have is regular old love because it's so-intricate. Perhaps there is another name for it, one we don't yet know. I used to think that love was simple and noticeable, like rain falling, so that just as you'd look at your skin and say Water, you would also wake in the morning and say Love. But it has been underneath, this new and old thing I feel, subterranean, silent and steady, like blood, rushing along and along without often making itself known.

It's a different sort of love taht puts up with illness. Old love.

I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.

Wisdom delights in water; love delights in hills. Wisdom is stirring; love is quiet. Wisdom is merry; love grows old.

Love is a word that is constantly heard, Hate is a word that is not. Love, I am told, is more precious than gold. Love, I have read, is hot. But hate is the verb that to me is superb, And Love but a drug on the mart. Any kiddie in school can love like a fool, But Hating, my boy, is an Art.

All that glisters is not gold; Often have you heard that told.

Truly now is the golden age; the highest honour comes by means of gold; by gold love is procured.

Spring still makes spring in the mind When sixty years are told: Love wakes anew this throbbing heart, And we are never old Over the winter glaciers I see the summer glow And through the wind-piled snowdrift The warm rosebuds below.

Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.

Why should a man be in love with his fetters, though of gold?

And the great question for mankind is what is to be loved or hated next, whenever and old love or fear has lost its hold.

And the Top spoke no more of his old love; for that dies away when the beloved objects has lain for five years in a roof gutter and got wet through; yes, one does not know her again when one meets her in the dust box.

I met my old lover on the street last night. She seemed so glad to see me, I just smiled. Then we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beers, still crazy after all these years.

Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.

The closer and more confidential our relationship with someone, the less we are entitled to ask about what we are not voluntarily told.

We have lost the old love of work, of work which kept itself company, which was fair weather and music in the heart, which found its reward in the doing, craving neither the flattery of vulgar eyes nor the gold of vulgar men.

One reason I avoid the American TV talk show circuit, when I'm over there, is that the tabloids and the gossip mill are always churning with new, true, or untrue stories about new loves, old loves, pending marriages, divorces, trial separations, flings and affairs with people of every description. I'm not into any of that.

Love, as is told by the seers of old, Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold, Flutters and flies in sunlit skies, Weaving round hearts that were one time cold.

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

Tis well to be merry and wise, 'Tis well to be honest and true; It is best to be off with the old love, Before you are on with the new.

Take stock of your thoughts and behavior. Each night ask yourself, when were you negative when you could have been positive? When did you withhold love when you might have given it? When did you play a neurotic game instead of behaving in a powerful way? Use this process to self-correct.

For you see, each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Be fearless, be brave, be bold, love yourself

Gold loves to make its way through guards, and breaks through barriers of stone more easily than the lightning's bolt.

Mistakes are like the memories you hide in an attic: old love letters from relationships that tanked, photos of dead relatives, toys from a childhood you miss. Out of sight is out of mind, but somewhere deep inside you know they still exist. And you also know that you're avoiding them.

Gratitude is a two fold love - love coming to visit us, and love running out to greet a welcome guest.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

Bold love is courageously setting aside our personal agenda to move humbly into the world of others with their well-being in view, willing to risk further pain in our souls, in order to be an aroma of life to some and an aroma of death to others.

If you approached people with trust and affection you would have ten-fold trust and thousand-fold.

Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.

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.

I asked you here tonight because when you realise you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.