May Sarton Quotes

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

It is a woman's nature to be constant - to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever - bless them, dear creatures!

I'm sure that love exists, even infinite, eternal love.

Platinum for me signifies everlasting love, which needs to be celebrated in the most special way.

I like the idea of love standing the test of time and circumstances.

True love lasts forever.

True love is forever.

God loves you simply because He has chosen to do so. He loves you when you don't feel lovely. He loves you when no one else loves you. Others may abandon you, divorce you, and ignore you, but God will love you always. No matter what!

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.

You will always be my always.

Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.

Love would never leave us alone

I'll love you until the day after forever.

I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes—and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle’s.

One great love in a single lifetime was enough for anyone.

I will wait for you as long as it takes. I will love you every moment across time.

There's only one thing left here to say. Love's never too late.

God’s love to us cannot fail any more than His love to Christ can fail.

In the life of the individual when love awakens it is older than everything else, because when it exists it seems as if it has existed for a long time; it presupposes itself back into the distant past until all searching ends in the inexplicable origin.

Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

If love lives through all life; and survives through all sorrow; and remains steadfast with us through all changes; and in all darkness of spirit burns brightly; and, if we die, deplores us for ever, and loves still equally; and exists with the very last gasp and throb of the faithful bosom--whence it passes with the pure soul, beyond death; surely it shall be immortal!

Will you be?” I asked, suddenly anxious. “Will you really be here?” “As long as you want me,” he assured me. “I'll always want you,” I warned him. “Forever.

Love is, and I hope it never isn't.