Henry David Thoreau Love Quotations

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.

Do what you love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.

Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams.

May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love!

If misery loves company, misery has company enough.

What is the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

Do not hire a man who does your work for money, but him who does it for love of it.

Those whom we can love, we can hate; to others we are indifferent.

Ignorance and bungling with love are better than wisdom and skill without.

I belive that there is a subtile magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright. It is not indifferent to us which way we walk. There is a right way; but we are very liable from heedlessness and stupidity to take the wrong one. We would fain take that walk, never yet taken by us through this actual world, which is perfectly symbolical of the path which we love to travel in the interior and ideal world; and sometimes, no doubt, we find it difficult to choose our direction, because it does not yet exist distinctly in our idea.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone, I never found the companionable as solitude.

To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts; but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates.

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

In the love of narrow souls I make many short voyages but in vain - I find no sea room - but in great souls I sail before the wind without a watch, and never reach the shore.

I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers. A man thinking or working is always alone, let him be where he will.

A farmer, a hunter, a soldier, a reporter, even a philosopher, may be daunted; but nothing can deter a poet, for he is actuated by pure love. Who can predict his comings and goings? His business calls him out at all hours, even when doctors sleep.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

Dreams are the touchstones of our character.

To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity and trust.

Your religion is where your love is.

In a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language.

Between whom there is hearty truth there is love....

I love you not as something private and personal, which is my own, but as something universal and worthy of love which I have found.

It is strange to talk of miracles, revelations, inspiration, and the like, as things past, while love remains.

Love must be as much a light as it is a flame.

However mean your life is, meet it and live it.

The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate.

Love your life, poor as it is.

Some have asked if the stock of men could not be improved,--if they could not be bred as cattle. Let Love be purified, and all therest will follow. A pure love is thus, indeed, the panacea for all the ills of the world.

A hero's love is as delicate as a maiden's.

There must be some nerve and heroism in our love, as of a winter morning.

Love is no individual's experience; and though we are imperfect mediums, it does not partake of our imperfection; though we are finite, it is infinite and eternal...

I found in myself, and still find, an instinct toward a higher, or, as it is named, spiritual life, as do most men, and another toward a primitive rank and savage one, and I reverence them both. I love the wild not less than the good.

The purity men love is like the mists which envelope the earth, and not like the azure ether beyond.

A name pronounced is the recognition of the individual to whom it belongs. He who can pronounce my name aright, he can call me, and is entitled to my love and service.

Only nature has a right to grieve perpetually, for she only is innocent. Soon the ice will melt, and the blackbirds sing along the river which he frequented, as pleasantly as ever. The same everlasting serenity will appear in this face of God, and we will not be sorrowful, if he is not.

I came to love my rows, my beans, though so many more than I wanted. They attached me to the earth, and so I got strength like Antaeus.

All that man has to say or do that can possibly concern mankind is in some shape or other to tell the story of his love-to sing, and, if he is fortunate and keeps alive, he will be forever in love.

Love does not analyze its object.

Enemies publish themselves. They declare war. The friend never declares his love.

There must be the... generating force of Love behind every effort destined to be successful.

I know that some will have hard thoughts of me, when they hear their Christ named beside my Buddha, yet I am sure that I am willing they should love their Christ more than my Buddha, for the love is the main thing, and I like him too.

The object of love expands and grows before us to eternity, until it includes all that is lovely, and we become all that can love.

Love is the profoundest of secrets. Divulged, even to the beloved, it is no longer Love. As if it were merely I that loved you. When love ceases, then it is divulged.

Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house.

What avails it that another loves you, if he does not understand you? Such love is a curse.