I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.

Love is unbounded by time

Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns it calls me on and on across the universe.

They sang their mysterious duo, sang of their nameless hope, their death-in-love, their union unending, lost forever in the embrace of night's magic kingdom. O sweet night, everlasting night of love! Land of blessedness whose frontiers are infinite!

Each time you love, love as deeply as if it were forever / Only, nothing is eternal.

Who sings of all of Love's eternity Who shines so bright In all the songs of Love's unending spells? <p> Holy lightning strikes all that's evil Teaching us to love for goodness sake. Hear the music of Love Eternal Teaching us to reach for goodness sake.

Love is a never ending smile.

Love is eternal. If it ends, it wasn't love.

Enduring as heaven and earth—no love however ancient can ever die;
Timeless as light and shadow—no debt of breeze and moonlight can ever be repaid.

"Well," he said slowly, "sometimes there's a passion that comes in its springtime to ill fate or death. And because it ends in its beauty, it's what the harpers sing of and the poets make stories of: the love that escapes the years....

"All or nothing, the true lover says, and that's the truth of it. My love will never die, he says. He claims eternity. And rightly. How can it die when it's life itself? What do we know of eternity but the glimpse we get of it when we enter in that bond?

Universal, unconditional love is impossibly rare, but unforgettable.

Personal glory, greatness, fame, are but a passing thing. The love that is created in life, on the other hand, is eternal, for God alone is eternal, and love comes to us from God. If there is one thing I have never regretted, it is that I have loved so many people in my life, and so much.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end: we fancy that we have always possessed what we love, so difficult is it to imagine how we could have lived without it.

Love can never die, not completely. There were too many romantics, too many poets, too many places where lovers could meet and kisses could be shared.