| Love is like the rose: so sweet, that one always tries to gather it in spite of the thorns.|
|Love is like the sunbeam that gleams through the shower|
And kisses off gently the dews from the flower;
That cheers up the blossoms and bids them be gay,
And lends the fragrance that perfumes the day.
| Love, like a cough, cant be hidden.|
| Love, like fire, cannot subsist without continual movement; as soon as it ceases to hope and fear, it ceases to exist.|
| Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads let love through good deeds show.|
|Love is like the rose,|
And a month it may not see,
Ere it withers where it grows.
Philip James Bailey
| In love, a woman is like a lyre that surrenders its secrets only to the hand that knows how to touch its strings.|
Honoré de Balzac
| The wrongs of love, like the notes of a solvent debtor, bear interest.|
Honoré de Balzac
|Love is like youth, he thirsts,|
He scorns to be his mothers page;
But when the proceeding times assuage
The former heate, he will complaine,
And wish those pleasant houres againe.
| Luv is like the measles, one kant alwus tell when one ketched it and aint ap tew hav it severe but onst, and then it aint kounted much unless it strikes inly.|
|Love is like the wild rose-briar;|
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the hollys sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.
| Womens love, like lichens on a rock, will still grow where even charity can find no soil to nurture itself.|
C. N. Bovée
| Love, like death, levels all ranks and lays the shepherds crook beside the sceptre.|
| Loves very much like bathing. At first we go souse to the bottom, if were not drowned, then we gather pluck, grow calm, strike out gently, and make a deal pleasanter thing of it afore were done.|
|Oh, my luve is like a red, red rose|
Thats newly sprung in June;
Oh, my luve is like the melodie
Thats sweetly playd in tune.
| Love is increased by injuries, as the Sunbeams are more gracious after a cloud.|
| As the Sun is in the Firmament, so is Love in the world.|
|Love is a fire that burns and sparkles|
In men as naturally as in charcoals.
|All love at first, like generous wine,|
Ferments and frets, until tis fine;
But when tis settled on the lye,
And from the impurer matter free,
Becomes the richer still, the older,
And proves the pleasanter, the colder.
| Love-passions are like parables, by which men still mean something else.|
|Love in your heart as idly burns|
As fire in antique Roman urns.
| Love, like the cold bath, is never negative, it seldom leaves us where it finds us; if once we plunge into it, it will either heighten our virtues or inflame our vices.|
C. C. Colton
| Love, like death, a universal leveller of mankind.|
|Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way,|
Does over-gorge himself with his own prey.
|Love, like a scene, at distance should appear,|
But marriage views the gross daubed landscape near.
| Love, like fire, when once kindled, is soon blown into a flame.|
|Look as it is with some true April day,|
Whose various weather stores the world with flowers;
The sun his glorious beams doth fair display,
Then rains and shines again, and straight it lowers,
And twenty changes in one hour doth prove;
So, and more changing is a womans love.
| Love is most like an owl that cannot fly, though wings he has, and lurks in every hole. Beware of him; the villain, old in sin, shuns the front door, and by the back comes in.|
|Love like a little bird is made, that hops about from bough to bough:|
Into my bosom it has strayed and at my heart is pecking now.
|Love is like a landscape which doth stand,|
Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.
| Love, like the opening of heaven to the saints, shows for a moment, even to the dullest man, the possibilities of the race.|
| Love rushed through him as a river in flood.|
|O, love, love, love!|
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his bizziness.
|Love is like a well profound,|
From which two souls have right to draw,
And in whose waters will be drowned,
The one who takes the others law.
Josiah Gilbert Holland
| Love is like spring: it laughs through the cold and the snow; it perfumes the night and flourishes under graves.|
| Love is like epidemic diseases, the more one is afraid of it, the more is one exposed to it.|
| Loves like the measlesall the worse when it comes late in life.|
| Love is like medical sciencethe art of assisting Nature.|
Claude F. Lallemand
|Love, like beauty, strong to lure;|
Love, like joy, makes man her thrall,
Strong to please and conquer all.
|Love, like the flower that courts the suns kind ray,|
Will flourish only in the smiles of day.
| True love, like the eye, can bear no flaw.|
Johann Caspar Lavater
|Love, like the lark, while soaring sings;|
Wouldst have him spread again his wings?
What careth he for higher skies
Who on the heart of harvest lies,
And finds both sun and firmament
Closed in the round of his content?
William James Linton
| Loue is likened to the Emerald which cracketh rather then consenteth to any disloyaltie, and can there be any greater villany then being secreat not to be constant, or being constant not to be secret.|
| Love gotten with witchcraft, is as unpleasant as fish taken with medicines unwholesome.|
| Love is like a charming romance which is read with avidity, and often with such impatience that many pages are skipped to reach the denouement sooner.|
| Love, like armd Death, is strong.|
|Tis love, like the sun, that gives light to the year,|
The sweetest of blessings that life can give;
Our pleasures it brightens, drives sorrow away,
Gives joy to the night, and enlivens the day.
|Ah! love is like a tender flower|
Hid in the opening leaves of life,
Which, when the springtide calls, has power,
To scorn the elemental strife.
| Love, like the creeping vine, withers if it has nothing to embrace.|
| Love before marriage is like a too short preface before a book without end.|
| Love, like death, makes all distinction void.|
| Love, like men, dies oftener of excess than hunger.|
John Paul Richter
| Loves as cunnin a little thing as a hummin-bird upon the wing.|
James Whitcomb Riley
| Love is like a red-currant wineit first tastes sweet, but afterward shuddery.|
Thomas William Robertson
| True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.|
François de La Rochefoucauld
|Love, like other little boys,|
Cries for hearts, as they for toys.
Earl of Rochester
| Love, like flowers, endureth but a spring.|
Pierre de Ronsard
| Love is like a lovely rose the worlds delight.|
Christina Georgina Rossetti
| Love is like the moon: when it does not increase, it decreases.|
| Love is like a child,|
That longs for everything that he can come by.
|Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues;|
Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
|Love, that comes too late,|
Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
To a great sender turns a sour offence,
Crying, thats good thats gone.
|Love is like understanding, that grows bright|
Gazing on many truths; tis like thy light, Imagination.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
|Love like air is widely given;|
Power nor chance can these restrain;
Truest, noblest gifts of heaven!
Only purest in the plain.
|Love is an Aprils doubting day:|
Awhile we see the tempest lower;
Anon the radiant heaven survey,
And quite forget the flitting shower.
| Love is like a tune thats played, and life a tale thats told.|
William Wetmore Story
| True love, like the lightning that flashes, must kindle from eye to eye and strike into the heart.|
Franz von Suppé
| Love is awful as immortal death.|
Franz von Suppé
| Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.|
| The love of a woman is like a mushroom,it grows in one night and will serve somewhat pleasantly next morning for breakfast, but afterwards waxes fulsome and unwholesome.|
| Emotional effusions are like licorice-root. When you take your first suck at it, it doesnt seem so bad, but it leaves a very bad taste in your mouth afterward.|
| In love as in war, a fortress that parleys is half taken.|
Marguerite de Valois
like a pirate, takes you by spreading false colors.|
Sir John Vanbrugh
| Love, like virtue, is its own reward.|
Sir John Vanbrugh
| Love, like fortune, turns upon a heel, and is very much given to rising and falling.|
Sir John Vanbrugh
| Love, my sweet Lidi! resembles the fugitive shadows of morning; shorter and shorter they grow and at length disappear.|
|Loves like a torch which, if securd from blasts,|
Will fainter burn, but then it longer lasts:
Exposd to storms of jealousy and doubt,
The blaze grows greater, but tis sooner out.
|Love, like a bird, hath perchd upon a spray|
For thee and me to hearken what he sings.
as pure as Angel-worship, when the just|
And beautiful of Heaven are bowd in prayer!
John Greenleaf Whittier
| Love as strong as that which binds the peopled Universe.|
John Greenleaf Whittier
| Love is a lamp unseen, burning to waste, or, if its light is found, nursed for our idle hour, then idly broken.|
N. P. Willis
| Love, like ambition, dies as tis enjoyed.|