A Quote by Propertius

Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger. — © Propertius
Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.

Quote Author

Propertius
Poet
48 BC - 14 BC
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
They'd never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they'd been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love.
There’s no point in fighting the tide. It ebbs. It flows. You ride it.
There will be strange ebbs and flows in the tide of race feelings.
Wealth is a tide which flows into one place by ebbing from another.
The intellectual is always showing off, the lover is always getting lost. The intellectual runs away. afraid of drowning; the whole business of love is to drown in the sea. Intellectuals plan their repose; lovers are ashamed to rest. The lover is always alone. even surrounded by people; like water and oil, he remains apart. The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover get nothing. He's mocked by passion. Love is like musk. It attracts attention. Love is a tree, and the lovers are its shade.
Those we most love cause us not only great joy but also great pain. LOVE is stronger than fear, life stronger than death, hope stronger than despair. We have to trust that the risk of loving is always worth taking.
As inclination changes, thus ebbs and flows the unstable tide of public judgment.
The eternal tide flows hid in Living Bread. That with its Heavenly Life too be fed.
Beauty and love are all my dream; They change not with the changing day; Love stays forever like a stream That flows but never flows away.
When we focus on our gratitude, the tide of disappointment goes out and the tide of love rushes in.
Well, you're either lovers or you're wanting to be lovers or you're trying not to be lovers so you can be friends, but any way you look at it, sex is always looming in the picture like a shadow, like an undertow.
Energy always flows either toward hope, community, love, generosity, mutual recognition, and spiritual aliveness or it flows toward despair, cynicism, fear that there is not enough, paranoia about the intentions of others, and a desire to control.
The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The feelings we live through in love and in loneliness are simply, for us, what high tide and low tide are to the sea.
The age-old faith of lovers and poets in the power of love, stronger than death, that Finis vitae sed non amoris, is a lie, useless and not even funny.
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