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: One Hundred Ways to Say, I Love You
One Hundred Ways to Say, I Love You
With expressions of the richness of love, each in its own unigue ways, it will inspire
you to put your own sentiments into words, and as a giftto a beloved one, it will say, I
love you
hope you find it useful
In vain have I Struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not repressed. You must allow me to tell how ardently I admire and love you
Mr. Darcy to Elizabeth Bennett
Pride and Prejudice
by Jane Austen
1813
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelights
I love thee freely, as men strive for right
I love thee purely, as men turn from Praise
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
1806-61
You glow in my heart
Like the flames of uncounted candles
But when I go to warm my hands
My clumsiness overturns the light
And then I stumble
Against the tables and chairs
Amy Lowell
1874-1925
Pray, madam, don't put me to the expence of vows and oaths. I hate swearing under my hand. I love you in plaindownright terms
George Farquhar, playwright, to Mrs. C
c. 1707
,I have a cheese upon the shelf
;I cannot eat it all myself
,I have three good marks that lie in a rag
:In the nook of the chimney instead of a bag
?Say my Joan, say my Joaney, will that not do
.I cannot come every day to woo
,Anonymous
"The Ploughman's Wooing"
When you were a little child, as a boy i worshiped you: then when I saw you a comely girl, as a stripling I adored you: now you are a full-grown maiden, all the rest I do, and more - I love youmore than tongue can tell, or heart can hold in silence
,John Ridd to Lorna
,Lorna Doone
,by Richard Blackmore
1869
,Come live with me, and be my love
,And we will all the pleasure prove
,That valleys, groves, and hills, and fields
.Woods or steepy mountain yeilds
,Christopher Marlowe
1564-93
Dear, Lovely Mrs. Scurlock, I have been in a very good company, where your unknown name, under the character of a woman I loved best, has been often drunk; so that I may say I am dead drunk for your sake, which is more than, I die for you
,Richard Steele, essayist, to his future wife, Mary
1707
,If 'tis love to wish you near
,To tremble when the wind I hear
;Because at sea you floating rove
,If of you to dream at night
,To languish when you're out of sight
.If this be loving, then I love
,Charles Dibin
1745-1814
Words fail me ej.aculated Bernard horsly my passion for you is intense he added fervently ... When will you marry me Ethel he utterred you must be my wife it has come to that I love you so intensly that if you say no I shall perforce dash y body to the brinl of yon muddy river he panted wildly
,Bernard to Ethel
,The Young Visiters
,by nine-year-old Daisy Ashford
1919
.I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Lov'd I not Honour more
,Sir Richard Lovelace
1618-57
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence for ever
,Jane to Mr. Rochester
,Jane Eyre
,by Charlotte Bronte
1847
(I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart
,E. E. Cummings
1894-1962
I love you, Livy, - indeed I do love you Livy ... I love you beyond all expression, Livy - it is strange I never thought to tell you before. But I do love you, darling
,Mark Twain, writer, to his future wife, Olivia Langdon
1869
Having for several sundays had the pleasure of sitting near you in church I have been deeply impressed with a passionate love for you. My thoughts during the service are so wholly engrossed with your charms that I am afraid I require the forgiveness of heaven as well as of yourself
:The Penny Love Letter Writer
,A Comlete Guide to Correspondence
1883
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
,John Keats, poet
,to Fanny Brawne
1819
,I can give you what men call love
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
...And the heavens reject not
,Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822
It is you that I lose myself for all eternity, and I have no further desires beyond this ineffable communion. To thee, then, in thee and for thee
,Leon Gambetta, statesman
,to Leonie Leon
1879
,But if thou wilt prove faithful then
,And constant of thy word
,I'll make thee glorious by my pen
...And famous by my sword
,Marquis Of Montrose
1612-50
There is nothing so unalterable in my heart as the intention of serving your glory; that would be glorious to me beyond all else, and I would consider it a very great victory if I could do anything that would be pleasing to you and remain acceptable to your Grace
,Nobleman to noblewoman
,The Art of Courtly Love
,by Andreas Cappellanus
c. 1180
May soul can fix upon nothing but thee; thee it contemplates, admires, adores, nay depends on, trusts on you alone
,William Congreve, playwright
,to Mrs. Arabella Hunt
c. 1690
,As fair art thou, my bonnie lass
,So deep in love am I
,And I will love thee still, my dear
...Till a' the seas gang dry
,Robert Burns
1759-96
At last you are mine! Soon - in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there. All your thoughts at all moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thoughts, all my moments, all my lookswill be for you
,Victor Hugo, novelist
,to his future wife, Adele Fouchet
1822
,My bounty is as boundless as the sea
,My love as deep; the more I give to thee
.The more I have, for both are infinite
,Juliet to Romeo
,Romeo and Juliet
,by William Shakespear
1596
As I ponder and think on you, chlorides, trails, oil, Davy, steel, miscellanea, mercury, and fifty other professional fancies swim before and drive me further and further into the quandary of stupidness
,Michael Faraday, scientist
,to his future wife
,Sarah Barnard
1820
,Ye know my heart, my lady dear
That since the time I was your thrall
,I have been yours both whole and clear
.Though my reward hath been but small
.So am I yet and more than all
,Thomas Wyatt
1503-42
.I swear I will my whole heart and think my life well spent if it can make thine happy
,Thomas Carlyle, historian
,to his future wife
,Jane welsh
1826
;Earth with her flowers shall sooner heaven adorn
;Heaven her bright stars, though earth's dim globe shall move
;Fire, heat shall lose; and frosts, of flames be born
;Air, made to shine, as black as hell shall prove
,Earth, heaven, fire, air, the world transformed shall view
!Ere I prove false to faith or strange to you
,John Dowland
1563-1626
I consecrate to you my entire life, the wit I may possess, the faculties, the physical and moral forces, in exchange for this friendship so insufficient but so precious
,Benjamin Constant, writer
,to Jeanne Recamier
1815
,Beloved, in the noisy city here
The thought of thee can make all turmoil cease
...Around my spirit
,James Russell Lowell
1819-91
I worshipped the magnificence and the love of the God of Nature, and I thought of you; these two sensation always arise in my heart in the quiet of a rural landscape, and I have often considered it a proof of the purity and the reality of my affection for you, that it always feels most powerful in my religious moments
,Leigh Hunt, essayist
,to his future wife
,Marianne Kent
1806
I love thee for the fickleness
;And great inconstancy
,For hadst thou been a constant lass
.Then thou hadst ne'er loved me
,Anonymous
17th Century Poet
I have many reasons to make me love thee whereof I will name two; first because thou lovest God, and secondly because that thou lovest me. If these were wanting, all the rest would be eclipsed
,Margaret Winthrop to John Winthrop
;American puritan leader
1627
,I love not for those eyes, nor hair
,Nor cheeks, nor lips, nor teeth so rare
,Nor for thy speech, thy neck, nor breast
,Nor for thy belly, nor the rest
:Nor for thy hand, nor foot so small
.But, wouldst thou know, dear sweet, for all
,Thomas Carew
1595-1639
Thou art beautiful, O my love... Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me; thy hair ia a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them
,The Song of Soloman
Holy Bible
Why do i love? Go, ask the glorious sun
...Why every day it round the world doth run
:There is no reasonfor our love and hate
.Tis irresistible, as death or fate'
,Ephelia
seventeenth century
Ask me no reason why I love you ... You are not young, no mare am I; go to then, there's sympathy; you are merry, so am I; ha! ha! then, there's more sympathy; you love sack and so do I; would you desire better sympathy
,Sir John Falstaff to Mistress Anne Page
,The Merry Wives of Windsor
,by William Shakespeare
1597
.Places that are empty of you are empty of all life
,Dante Gabriel Rossetti, poet
to Jane Morris
1870
,When thy soft accents
,through mine ear
,Into my soul do fly
What angel would not quit his sphere
?To hear such harmony
,Thomas Stanley
1625-78
Afore I see you, I thought all women was alike ... But now ... I find what a reg'lar softheaded, inkered'lous turnip I must ha' been; for there ain't nobody like you, though I like you better than nothin' at all
,Sam Weller's valentine letter to Mary
,Pickwick Papers
,by Charles Dickens
1836
!How can I see you, and not love
?While you, as opening spring, are fair
,While cold as northern blasts you prove
?How can I love! and not despair
,Matthew Prior
1664-1721
Good God! How I feel! ... if I am not married in forty-eight hours I am no more ... I am half-dead. Good God! What will become of me? I shall go mad, most undoubtedly
,Prince Augustus, son of George III
,to Lady Augusta Murray
1793
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.My mind, without yours, is dead and cold as the dark midnight river when the moon is down
,Percy Bysshe Shelly
,to Mary Godwin
1814
Every moment
I'm from thy sight, the heart within my bosom
,Moans like a tender ihfant in its cradle
.Whose nurse had left it
,Thomas Otway
1652-85
I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first intelligence from me until Saturday - much as you love me, I love you more ... Oh God! so near so far! Is our love not truly a celestial edifice - firm as heaven's vault
,Ludwig Van Beethoven, composer
,to an unknown woman
1801
,I sleep with thee and wake with thee
;And yet thou art not there
-I fill my arms with thoughts of thee
.And press the common air
Thy eyes are gazing upon mine
,When thou art out of sight
My lips are always touching thine
.At morning, noon, and night
,John Clare
1793-1864
I hate this deceitful, faithless world; I think no more of it; but my wandering heart still eternally seeks you, and is filled with anguish at having lost you, in spite of all the powers of my reason
,Peter Abelard, priest
,to Heloise, nun
c. 1119
When I go away from you
The world beats dead
.Like a slackened drum
,Amy Lowell
1874-1925
But how am I to live many months without seeing you? ... The hours I spend with you, I look upon as a sort of perfumed garden, a dim twilight and a fountain singing to it ... Shall I be able to endure this long exile
,George Moore, novelist
,to Lady Cunard
1907
,I cannot be more lonely
!More drear I cannot be
My worn heart thobs so wildly
.Twill break for thee'
,Emily Bronte
1818-48
.I can neither eat nor sleep for thinking of you, my dearest love. I never even touch pudding
,Lord Nelson, admiral
,to Lady Hamilton
1800
,When friends are met, and goblets crowned
,And smiles are near, that once enchanted
,Unreached by all that sunshine round
My soul, like some dark spot, is haunted
.By thee, thee, only thee
,Thomas Moore
1779-1852
After I have left you, I always feel sad ... In my mind I endlessly relive your kisses, your tears, your amorous jealousy; and the many charms of peerless Josephine rage in my heart and in my senses like a scorching fire
Napoleon Bonaparte
,to Josephine Bonaparte
1796
.I would That you were in mine arms, or I in yours - for I think it long since I kissed you
King Henry VIII
,to Ann Boleyn
1528
,Roses are red, diddle diddle, violets are blue
.If you'll have me, diddle diddle, I will have you
Women's Leap-year
Traditional Ballad
!I know I do not love thee! yet, alas
;Others will scarcely trust my candid heart
,And oft I catch them smiling as they pass
.Because they see me gazing where thou art
,Caroline Norton
1808-77
I take my pen again to tell you that I am at your knees, that I still love you, that I detest you sometimes, that the day before yesterday I said horrible things about you, that I kiss your beautiful hands, that I kiss them again pending something better, that I am at the end of my tether, that you are divine, etc
,Alexander Pushkin, writer
,to Anna Petrovna Kern
1825
When I read in your looks and words that you love me, I feel it in the deepest part of my soul; then I care not one straw for the whole Universe beside; but when you fly from my caresses to - smoke tobacco, or speak of me as a new circumstance of your lot, then in deed my 'heart is troubled about many things'.
,Jane Welsh
,to her future husband
,Thomas Carlyle, historian
1826
,But if my constant love shall fail to move thee
Then I know my reason hates thee, though I love thee
,Thomas Carew
1595-1639
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope... I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, baut never inconstant
Captain Federick Wentworth
,To Anne Elliot
,Persuasion
,by Jane Austen
1818
,Thus, whether we're on or we're off
;Some witchery seems to await you
,To love you is pleasant enough
!But oh! 'tis delicious to hate you
Thomas Moore
1779-1852
I do not love you at all: on the contrary I detest you. You are an uncouth creature, stupid and good for nothing ... Soon I hope to take you in my arms and cover you with a million burning kisses, as hot as the equator.
,Napoleon Bonaparte
,to his wife Josephine
1796
My love is as a fever, longing still
... For that which longer nurseth the disease
For I have sworn thee fair and thought thee bright
.Who art as black as hell, as dark as night
,William Shakespeare
1564-1616
May I persume to beg pardon... You shall see me prostrate before you and use me like a slave while I kiss the dear feet that trample upon me
,William Congreve, playwright
,to Mrs. Arabella Hunt
c. 1690
?My dear, why make you more of a dog than me
:If he do love, I burn, I burn in love
:If he wait well, I never thence would move
.If he be fair, yet but a dog can be
,Sir philip Sidney
1554-86
What a dishclout of a soul hast thou made of me? ... Does it add to your triumph, that your eyes and lips have turned a man into a fool, whom the rest of the town is courting as a wit
,Laurence Sterne, novelist
,to Lady Percy
1765
You do bewitch me! O that I could fly
! From myself you, or from your ownself I
,Michael Drayton
1563-1631
,I do not love thee
Yet joy's very essence
Comes with thy footstep
.Is complete in thy presence
,John Clare
1793-1864
.I am so entirely yours, that if I might have all the world given me. I could not be happy but in your love
,Duke of Malborough
,general, to his wife Sarah
1703
Hi
Thank you my dear
they are wonderfull
I'd use them in my notebook
... You will not believe what a longing for you possesses me ... I lie awake a great part of the night thinking of you
,Pliny The Younger
,to his wife, Calpurnia
first century AD
I look back, and in every one point, every word and gesture, every letter, every silence - you have been entirely perfect to me - I would not change one word, one look. My hope and aim are to preserve this love, not to fall from it
,Robert Browning, poet
,to Elizabeth Barrett, on the day of their secret marriage
1846
,This is to the crown and blessing of my life
;The much loved husband of a happy wife
To him whose constant passion found the art
;To win a a stubborn and ungrateful heart
And to the world by tenderest proof discovers
.They err, who say that husbands can't be lovers
,Anne Finch
Countess of Winchilsea
1661-1720
.I have nothing to tell you, except that I love you, which, I fear, you will think rather dull
,Benjamin Disraeli, statesman
,to his wife, Mary Ann
,note sent by a footman
1872
They are so nice my dear
thank u so much
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On my last great disappointment I should have lost my courage but for you - my little darling wife. You are my greatest and only stimulus now, to battle with this uncongenial, unsatisfactory, and ungraceful life
,Edgar Allan Poe, writer
,to his wife Virginia
1846
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