Robert Herrick Quotes

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.

I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.

Walt Whitman defended the sacredness of love, the purity of passion - the passion that builds every home and fills the world with art and song.

The rose is the flower and handmaiden of love - the lily, her fair associate, is the emblem of beauty and purity.

Love will fan the flame, and that flame will warm the heart that's waiting.

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.

What's it like to be a baby? It's like being in love in Paris for the first time after you've had three double espressos.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.

I love women. I love all the bright and attractive people and things of this world, the flame and also the moth, the dancer and the dance.

Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.

Her lips were drawn to his like a moth to a flame.

she kissed as if she, alone, could forge the signature of the sun

They are not callow like the young of most birds, but more perfectly developed and precocious even than chickens. The remarkably adult yet innocent expression of their open and serene eyes is very memorable. All intelligence seems reflected in them. They suggest not merely the purity of infancy, but a wisdom clarified by experience. Such an eye was not born when the bird was, but is coeval with the sky it reflects. The woods do not yield another such a gem.

Babies don't know who's rich and who's poor. You love 'em and they're happy.

A rose by any other name Would get the blame For being what it is-- The colour of a kiss, The shadow of a flame. A rose may earn another name, So call it love; So call it love I will, And love is like the sea, Which changes constantly, And yet is still The same.

The boy and girl going hand in hand through a meadow; the mother washing her baby; the sweet simple things in life. We have almost lost track of them.

Love lives with Nature, not with lust. Go find her in the flowers.

Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.

Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.

He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.