Love Quotations by Famous Irish writers
You are the last honey by the water no hive can find - Austin Clarke
Come live in my heart and pay no rent. - Samuel Lover (1797-1868)
There is nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dreams - Thomas
Moore (1779-1852)
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all that we will know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and I sigh. - William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
The deeper I spin
The hunter will sin ... for your ivory skin ...
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees the river laughing
At you and me ...
Halluijah, heavens white rose
The doors you open
I just can't close --U2, Who's Gonna Ride Your Wild Horses?
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. --William Butler Yeats
Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.
--Samuel Beckett
It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond
our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned:
nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning
of peace. --George Bernard Shaw
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity. --George
Bernard Shaw
He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing
at all to weep about. --Oscar Wilde
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one
always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
--Oscar Wilde
It is assumed that the woman must wait, motionless, until she is wooed.
That is how the spider waits for the fly. - George Bernard Shaw
The heart was made to be broken. -Oscar Wilde
Women were made to be loved not to be understood. - Oscar Wilde
A pity beyond all telling Is hid in the heart of love- William Butler
Yeats
The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely
of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away. - William Butler Yeats
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