Rupert Brooke Quotes

She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion.

Love's lengthways splits the heart in two - the heart where you are, the heart where you want to be.

When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

He that's in love, i' faith, even if he is hungry, isn't hungry at all.

Love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.

My first love, you're every breath that I take, you're every step I make

Love gives us copious potions of delight, Of pain and ecstasy, and peace and care; Love leads us upward, to the mountain height, And, like an angel, stands beside us there; Then thrusts us, demon-like, in some abyss: Where, in the darkness of despair, we grope, Till, suddenly, Love greets us with a kiss And guides us back to flowery fields of hope.

Love is a robber and he lives within your eyes.

Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in itself to ashes burn.

True, I am in love with suffering, but I do not know if I deserve the honor.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.

My passion for Sarah had killed simple lust forever. Never again would I be able to enjoy a woman without love.

Despair is part of love.

Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire Dividing my delight and my desire.

And love was creation's source,creation's ruler; but all love's ways are strewn with blossoms and blood, blossoms and blood.