Comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

Quote by King Soloman

Topics: Love Quotes

Omfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

Omfort me with apples, for I am sick of love.

Love, even if it is caring and great in quantity, can be wasted.

Love, even if it is caring and great in quantity, can be wasted.

In the future everybody will be world famous for fifteen minutes.

In the future everybody will be world famous for fifteen minutes.

I get by with a little help from my friends.

I get by with a little help from my friends.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love...

If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love...

How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have...

How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment when we realize we have...

I love to doubt as well as know.

I love to doubt as well as know.

When the light has sharply faded And you have lost your way Let another's love...

When the light has sharply faded And you have lost your way Let another's love...

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a...

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a...

What an enormous magnifier is tradition! How a thing grows in the human memory and...

What an enormous magnifier is tradition! How a thing grows in the human memory and...

The desire to be and have a sister is a primitive and profound one that...

The desire to be and have a sister is a primitive and profound one that...

Do you want to know a good way to fall in love? Just associate with...

Do you want to know a good way to fall in love? Just associate with...

Creation and redemption are the spheres in which these glories are displayed. In creation we...

Creation and redemption are the spheres in which these glories are displayed. In creation we...

Give all to love; obey thy heart.

Give all to love; obey thy heart.

It didn't dawn on me until you were gone just how much I would mis...

It didn't dawn on me until you were gone just how much I would mis...

It is only by spring that the death of the autumns returns.

It is only by spring that the death of the autumns returns.

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.

He who is not impatient is not in love.

He who is not impatient is not in love.