Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
I could be martyred for my religion. Love is my religion and I could die for that. I could die for you.
My creed is love and you are its only tenet.
Conversation is not a search after knowledge, but an endeavor at effect.
Wine is only sweet to happy men.
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
Failure is in a sense the highway to success, as each discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true.
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.
So rainbow-sided, touch’d with miseries, She seem’d, at once, some penanced lady elf, Some demon’s mistress, or the demon’s self.
I cannot exist without you – I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again – my Life seems to stop there – I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving... I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion – I have shudder’d at it – I shudder no more – I could be martyr’d for my Religion – Love is my religion – I could die for that – I could die for you. My creed is Love and you are its only tenet – You have ravish’d me away by a Power I cannot resist.
I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds.
I am profoundly enchanted by the flowing complexity in you.
Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o’er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.
You are to me an object so intensely desirable that the air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.
I was too much in solitude, and consequently was obliged to be in continual burning of thought, as an only resource.
I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment – upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses.
The two divinest things the world has got – A lovely woman and a rural spot.
I could centre my Happiness in you, I cannot expect to engross your heart so entirely – indeed if I thought you felt as much for me as I do for you at this moment I do not think I could restrain myself from seeing you again tomorrow for the delight of one embrace. But no – I must live upon hope and Chance. In case of the worst that can happen, I shall still love you – but what hatred shall I have for another!