May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love.—"Chastity & Sensuality"
Till we have loved we have not imagined the heights of love.—Journal, 28 September 1843
The light of the sun is but the shadow of love.—"Paradise (to be) Regained"
The heart is forever inexperienced.—A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate.—A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
The obstacles which the heart meets with are like granite blocks which one alone can not move.—Journal, 27 October 1851
I love men with the same distinctions that I love women—as if my friend were of some third sex—some other or stranger and still my friend.—Journal, 5 May 1846
What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love?—Journal, 30 April 1851
What avails it that another loves you, if he does not understand you? Such love is a curse.—A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
To one we love we are related as to nature in the spring. Our dreams are mutually intelligible. We take the census, and find that there is one.—Journal, 30 April 1851