Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.
Walter ScottRead
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Interpretation
This quote expresses the profound and universal power of love, suggesting it governs all aspects of life and existence.
Walter Scott's quote emphasizes that love is the fundamental essence that connects all beings, from everyday people to the divine. By stating that love rules various earthly and heavenly domains, Scott implies that love transcends all barriers, making it a vital force in both human experience and spiritual belief.
In practice
In a speech at a wedding, one might say, 'As Walter Scott said, love rules the court, the camp, the grove... it's the essence of our union.'
Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.
Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
There is a vulgar incredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine.
Where shall the lover rest,_x000D_ _x000D_ Whom the fates sever_x000D_ _x000D_ From his true maiden's breast,_x000D_ _x000D_ Parted for ever?_x000D_ _x000D_ Where, through groves deep and high,_x000D_ _x000D_ Sounds the far billow,_x000D_ _x000D_ Where early violets die,_x000D_ _x000D_ Under the willow.
On his bold visage middle age Had slightly press'd its signet sage, Yet had not quench'd the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth: Forward and frolic glee was there, The will to do, the soul to dare.
Liking an author may be as involuntary and improbable as falling in love.
To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
I believe in the religion of Love, whatever direction its caravans may take, for Love is my religion and my faith.
you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered
Value God and his love more than all the world, though there were millions of them. He valued you before the world, and therefore is beforehand with you in his love. He not only loved you from everlasting, (whereas your love is but of yesterday,) but in the valuation of it, he loved you before all worlds, and preferred you to all worlds: though you loved the world first, before you loved him.
True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.
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