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Love, let us live as we have lived, nor lose
The little names that were the first night's grace,
And never come the day that sees us old,
I still your lad, and you my little lass.
Let me be older than old Nestor's years,
And you the Sibyl, if we heed it not.
What should we know, we two, of ripe old age?
We'll have its richness, and the years forgot.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: Ausonius
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| We break the line with stroke and luck,
The arrows run like rain,
If you be struck, or I be struck
There's one to strike again.
If you befriend, or I befriend,
The strength is in us twain
And good things end, and bad things end
And you and I remain.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: G K Chesterton Source: A Marriage Song
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| The seasons swiftly come and go,
And still we two remain,
Standing amid the changeful flow
Of joy and pain.
The joy we claim; the pain, not small,
We dimly understand;
But oh, thank God, we live through all
Still hand in hand.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: H S Sutton
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| John Anderson my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And mony a jolly day, John,
We've had wi'ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John,
And hand in hand we'll go;
And sleep thigither at the foot,
John Anderson my jo.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: Robert Burns
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| How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false and true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: W B Yeats Source: When You Are Old
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| Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep burning, unquenchable.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: Henry Ward Beecher
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| The question is asked, "Is there anything more beautiful in life than a boy and a girl clasping clean hands and pure hearts in the path of marriage? Can there be anything more beautiful than young love?" And the answer is given. "Yes, there is a more beautiful thing. It is the spectacle of an old man and an old woman finishing their journey together on that path. Their hands are gnarled, but still clasped; their faces are seamed, but still radiant; their hearts are physically bowed and tired, but still strong with love and devotion for one another. Yes, there is a more beautiful thing than young love. Old love."
Category: Mature Lovers Author: Source unknown
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| Many waters cannot quench love,
neither can the floods drown it.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: Old Testament
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| Epitaph (engraved on memorial in a Bronx cemetery) for Isidor and Ida Straus who died when the Titanic sank. Ida (63) twice had the opportunity to take a place on a lifeboat but chose to stay with her husband instead. She insisted that her maid take her place on the lifeboat and handed the young woman her fur coat saying, "I won't need this anymore."
Category: Mature Lovers
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| I am here myself; as though this heave of effort
At starting other life, fulfilled my own;
Rose-leaves that whirl in colour round a core
Of seed-specks kindled lately and softly blown
By all the blood of the rose-bush into being -
Strange, that the urgent will in me, to set
My mouth on hers in kisses, and so softly
To bring together two strange sparks, beget
Another life from our lives, so should send
The innermost fire of my own dim soul out-spinning
And whirling in blossom of flame and being upon me!
That my completion of manhood should be the beginning
Another life from mine! For so it looks.
The seed is purpose, blossom accident.
The seed is all in all, the blossom lent
To crown the triumph of this new descent.
Is that it, woman? Does it strike you so?
The Great Breath blowing a tiny seed of fire
Fans out your petals for excess of flame,
Till all your being smokes with fine desire?
Or are we kindled, you and I, to be
One rose of wonderment upon the tree
Of perfect life, and is our possible seed
But the residuum of the ecstasy?
How will you have it? - the rose is all in all,
Or the ripe rose-fruits of the luscious fall?
The sharp begetting, or the child begot?
Our consummation matters, or does it not?
To me it seems the seed is just left over
From the red rose-flowers' fiery transience;
Just orts and slarts; berries that smoulder in the bush
Which burnt just now with marvellous immanence.
Blossom, my darling, blossom, be a rose
Of roses unchidden and purposeless; a rose
For rosiness only, without an ulterior motive;
For me it is more than enough if the flower unclose.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: D H Lawrence Source: Rose of All the World
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| The sexual act is not a mere pleasure of the body, a purely carnal act, but is a means by which love is expressed and life perpetuated. It becomes evil, if it harms others or if it interferes with a person's spiritual development, but neither of these conditions is inherent in the act itself. The act by which we live, by which love is expressed and the race continued is not an act of shame or sin. But when the masters of spiritual life insist on celibacy, they demand that we should preserve singleness of mind from destruction by bodily desire.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: Sarvapalli Radhakrishan
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| … into their inmost bower
Handed they went; and, eased the putting off
These troublesome disguises which we wear,
Straight side by side were laid; nor turned, I ween,
Adam from his fair spouse, nor Eve the rites
Mysterious of connubial love refused:
Whatever hypocrites austerely talk
Of purity, and place, and innocence,
Defaming as impure what God declares
Pure, and commands to some, leaves free to all.
Our Maker bids increase; who bids abstain
But our destroyer, foe to God and man?
Hail, wedded love, mysterious law, true source
Of human offspring, sole propriety
In Paradise of all things common else! …
These, lulled by nightingales, embracing slept,
And on their naked limbs the flowery roof
Showered roses, which the morn repaired.Sleep on,
Blest pair! and, O! yet happiest, if ye seek
No happier state, and know to know no more!
Category: Mature Lovers Author: John Milton Source: Paradise Lost
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| She, while her lover pants upon her breast,
Can mark the figures on an Indian chest.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: Alexander Pope Source: Epistle to a Lady
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| Katherine: I just came back to explain last night.
Michael: You don't owe me any explanations.
Katherine: I wanted you to know it wasn't revenge.
Michael: I was kinda hoping it was.
Katherine: It was curiosity more than anything … I wanted to know what it was like to have sex with someone you weren't in love with. I wanted to see if that kind of sex was better than the other kind.
Michael: Was it?
Katherine: Well, it wasn't exactly better, but, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't good.
Michael: What was so good about it? … No-I take it back, I don't want to know.
Katherine: You know already. That kind of sex is just different … more uninhibited … more selfish … more physical.
Michael: Walter was more physical than me?
Katherine: Well, no … I guess I was.
Michael: Are you saying it was better with him than me?
Katherine: No, it's just that with that kind of sex you wind up doing more.
Michael: What, er, more did you do?
Katherine: I don't know … everything.
Michael: Everything! You never did everything with me.
Katherine: Whose fault is that?
Michael: Are we talking about the same everything?
Katherine: Well, I can only speak from my everything. Given your vast experience, I'm sure your everything is a whole lot bigger than mine.
Michael: You know everything that I know.
Katherine: … I learned even more last night. As good as that kind of sex is, it's … it's not worth giving up a marriage for.… So, if you can forget about last night, I suggest we try it again.
Michael: I can forget … can you?
Katherine: I'll try.
Michael: So will I.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: Robert De Laurentis
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