George Meredith Love Quotations

Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless; / Fain would fling the net, and fain have her free.

She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, / Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!

Under yonder beech-tree single on the greensward, / Couched with her arms behind her golden head, / Knees and tresses folded to slip and ripple idly, / Lies my young love sleeping in the shade.

She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.

Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.

Swift doth young Love flee, And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream.