Blaise Pascal Quotes

Love is ever new because it never groweth old.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Love has no age.

I think love can happen at any age... it has no age.

They sin who tell us love can die; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. Love is indestructible, Its holy flame forever burneth; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth. It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of love is there.

When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

Time has no dominion over love. Love is the one thing that transcends time. (Bones)

Love knows no winter; no, no! It is, and remains the sign of spring.

That’s why love stories don’t have endings! They don’t have endings because love doesn’t end.

Perhaps love makes us grow old before our time and makes us young again when youth has passed.

Love makes those young whom age doth chill, and whom he finds young keeps young still.

Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.

I think no matter what age you are, you know when you love something in your heart.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Love, you are eternal like springtime.

Love is something eternal.

Love is so much more deadly than I had thought, love is so much inherent as the very lack, and we are guaranteed by a need to be renewed continuously. Love is now, is forever. There is just the blow of grace - call it passion.

One hour of love has a whole life in it.

In you, I found infinity. In you, I was reborn

I have heard that whoever loves is in no condition old.

Romance is always young.

No, we don't accomplish our love in a single year as the flowers do; an immemorial sap flows up through our arms when we love. Dear girl, this: that we loved, inside us, not One who would someday appear, but seething multitudes; not just a single child, but also the fathers lying in our depths like fallen mountains; also the dried-up riverbeds of ancient mothers-;also the whole soundless landscape under the clouded or clear sky of its destiny -; all this, my dear, preceded you.

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons

Nothing is old, nothing is new, save the light of grace underneath which beats a human heart.