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.
O that it might remain eternally green, The beautiful time of youthful love.
Only our love hath no decay; this, no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, running it never runs from us away, but truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
Romance lasts forever, love don't fade away. They may take away our future, but they can't stop yesterday.
I love the emotional symbolism of the eternity band as a wedding band. It's like wearing the infinity sign on your finger and represents the cyclical and enduring aspect of love.
Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.
That's the very reason why love is eternal, because it is forever renewed. Passions die, love remains.
Beauty and love are all my dream; They change not with the changing day; Love stays forever like a stream That flows but never flows away.
O tender yearning, sweet hoping! The golden time of first love! The eye sees the open heaven, The heart is intoxicated with bliss; O that the beautiful time of young love Could remain green forever.
Love stories are written in millimeters and milliseconds with a fast, dull pencil whose marks you can barely see, they are written in miles and eons with a chisel on the side of a mountiantop
But true love is a durable fire, In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead, From itself never turning.
All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.
Look, we don't love like flowers with only one season behind us; when we love, a sap older than memory rises in our arms.
Believing in love doesn't have an expiration date.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.
And he knew at that moment that love world never die, that it would never fade away altogether. The time might come when he would meet and marry someone else. He might even be reasonably happy. But there would always be a deep precious place in his heart that belonged to his first real love.
It’s hard to imagine that our love is a story with an end.
I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die.
A hundred wise men have said in various ways that love transcends the power of death, and millions of fools have supposed that they meant nothing by it. At this late hour in my life I have learned what they meant. They meant that love transcends death. They are correct.
Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
