FAMOUS SIMILES IN ENGLISH LITERATURE ON LOVE
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune…”
Robert Burns in A Red Red Rose
Love is like the rose: so sweet, that one always tries to gather it in spite of the thorns.
—Anonymous 1
Love is like the sunbeam that gleams through the shower
And kisses off gently the dews from the flower;
That cheers up the blossoms and bids them be gay,
And lends the fragrance that perfumes the day.
—Anonymous 2
Love, like a cough, can’t be hidden.
—Anonymous 3
Love, like fire, cannot subsist without continual movement; as soon as it ceases to hope and fear, it ceases to exist.
—Anonymous 4
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads let love through good deeds show.
—Edwin Arnold 5
Love is like the rose,
And a month it may not see,
Ere it withers where it grows.
—Philip James Bailey 6
In love, a woman is like a lyre that surrenders its secrets only to the hand that knows how to touch its strings.
—Honoré de Balzac 7
The wrongs of love, like the notes of a solvent debtor, bear interest.
—Honoré de Balzac 8
Love is like youth, he thirsts,
He scorns to be his mother’s page;
But when the proceeding times assuage
The former heate, he will complaine,
And wish those pleasant houres againe.
—Francis Beaumont 9
Luv is like the measles, one kant alwus tell when one ketched it and ain’t ap tew hav it severe but onst, and then it ain’t kounted much unless it strikes inly.
—Josh Billings 10
Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow
He still may leave thy garland green.
—Emily Brontë 11
Women’s love, like lichens on a rock, will still grow where even charity can find no soil to nurture itself.
—C. N. Bovée 12
Love, like death, levels all ranks and lays the shepherd’s crook beside the sceptre.
—Edward Bulwer-Lytton 13
Love’s very much like bathing. At first we go souse to the bottom, if we’re not drowned, then we gather pluck, grow calm, strike out gently, and make a deal pleasanter thing of it afore we’re done.
—Edward Bulwer-Lytton 14
Oh, my luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
Oh, my luve is like the melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
—Robert Burns 15
Love is increased by injuries, as the Sunbeams are more gracious after a cloud.
—Robert Burton 16
As the Sun is in the Firmament, so is Love in the world.
—Robert Burton 17
Love is a fire that burns and sparkles
In men as naturally as in charcoals.
—Samuel Butler 18
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets, until ’tis fine;
But when ’tis settled on the lye,
And from the impurer matter free,
Becomes the richer still, the older,
And proves the pleasanter, the colder.
—Samuel Butler 19
Love-passions are like parables, by which men still mean something else.
—Samuel Butler 20
Love in your heart as idly burns
As fire in antique Roman urns.
—Samuel Butler 21
Love, like the cold bath, is never negative, it seldom leaves us where it finds us; if once we plunge into it, it will either heighten our virtues or inflame our vices.
—C. C. Colton 22
Love, like death, a universal leveller of mankind.
—William Congreve 23
Love, like a greedy hawk, if we give way,
Does over-gorge himself with his own prey.
—Abraham Cowley 24
Love, like a scene, at distance should appear,
But marriage views the gross daubed landscape near.
—John Dryden 25
Love, like fire, when once kindled, is soon blown into a flame.
—Henry Fielding 26
Look as it is with some true April day,
Whose various weather stores the world with flowers;
The sun his glorious beams doth fair display,
Then rains and shines again, and straight it lowers,
And twenty changes in one hour doth prove;
So, and more changing is a woman’s love.
—Phineas Fletcher 27
Love is most like an owl that cannot fly, though wings he has, and lurks in every hole. Beware of him; the villain, old in sin, shuns the front door, and by the back comes in.
—Theofilo Folengo 28
Love like a little bird is made, that hops about from bough to bough:
Into my bosom it has strayed and at my heart is pecking now.
—Carlo Goldoni 29
Love is like a landscape which doth stand,
Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.
—Robert Hegge 30
Love, like the opening of heaven to the saints, shows for a moment, even to the dullest man, the possibilities of the race.
—Arthur Helps 31
Love rushed through him as a river in flood.
—Maurice Hewlett 32
O, love, love, love!
Love is like a dizziness;
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his bizziness.
—James Hogg 33
Love is like a well profound,
From which two souls have right to draw,
And in whose waters will be drowned,
The one who takes the other’s law.
—Josiah Gilbert Holland 34
Love is like spring: it laughs through the cold and the snow; it perfumes the night and flourishes under graves.
—Arsène Houssaye 35
Love is like epidemic diseases, the more one is afraid of it, the more is one exposed to it.
—Arsène Houssaye 36
Love’s like the measles—all the worse when it comes late in life.
—Douglas Jerrold 37
Love is like medical science—the art of assisting Nature.
—Claude F. Lallemand 38
Love, like beauty, strong to lure;
Love, like joy, makes man her thrall,
Strong to please and conquer all.
—Ernst Lange 39
Love, like the flower that courts the sun’s kind ray,
Will flourish only in the smiles of day.
—John Langhorne 40
True love, like the eye, can bear no flaw.
—Johann Caspar Lavater 41
Love, like the lark, while soaring sings;
Wouldst have him spread again his wings?
What careth he for higher skies
Who on the heart of harvest lies,
And finds both sun and firmament
Closed in the round of his content?
—William James Linton 42
Loue is likened to the Emerald which cracketh rather then consenteth to any disloyaltie, and can there be any greater villany then being secreat not to be constant, or being constant not to be secret.
—John Lyly 43
Love gotten with witchcraft, is as unpleasant as fish taken with medicines unwholesome.
—John Lyly 44
Love is like a charming romance which is read with avidity, and often with such impatience that many pages are skipped to reach the denouement sooner.
—Thomas Maréchal 45
Love, like arm’d Death, is strong.
—Edward Moore 46
’Tis love, like the sun, that gives light to the year,
The sweetest of blessings that life can give;
Our pleasures it brightens, drives sorrow away,
Gives joy to the night, and enlivens the day.
—Edward Moore 47
Ah! love is like a tender flower
Hid in the opening leaves of life,
Which, when the springtide calls, has power,
To scorn the elemental strife.
—Lewis Morris 48
Love, like the creeping vine, withers if it has nothing to embrace.
—Nisumi 49
Love before marriage is like a too short preface before a book without end.
—J. Petit-Senn 50
Love, like death, makes all distinction void.
—Matthew Prior 51
Love, like men, dies oftener of excess than hunger.
—John Paul Richter 52
Love’s as cunnin’ a little thing as a hummin’-bird upon the wing.
—James Whitcomb Riley 53
Love is like a red-currant wine—it first tastes sweet, but afterward shuddery.
—Thomas William Robertson 54
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
—François de La Rochefoucauld 55
Love, like other little boys,
Cries for hearts, as they for toys.
—Earl of Rochester 56
Love, like flowers, endureth but a spring.
—Pierre de Ronsard 57
Love is like a lovely rose the world’s delight.
—Christina Georgina Rossetti 58
Love is like the moon: when it does not increase, it decreases.
—Sèqur 59
Love is like a child,
That longs for everything that he can come by.
—William Shakespeare 60
Love like a shadow flies, when substance love pursues;
Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.
—William Shakespeare 61
Love, that comes too late,
Like a remorseful pardon slowly carried,
To a great sender turns a sour offence,
Crying, that’s good that’s gone.
—William Shakespeare 62
Love is like understanding, that grows bright
Gazing on many truths; ’tis like thy light, Imagination.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley 63
Love like air is widely given;
Power nor chance can these restrain;
Truest, noblest gifts of heaven!
Only purest in the plain.
—William Shenstone 64
Love is an April’s doubting day:
Awhile we see the tempest lower;
Anon the radiant heaven survey,
And quite forget the flitting shower.
—William Shenstone 65
Love is like a tune that’s played, and life a tale that’s told.
—William Wetmore Story 66
True love, like the lightning that flashes, must kindle from eye to eye and strike into the heart.
—Franz von Suppé 67
Love is awful as immortal death.
—Franz von Suppé 68
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
—Old Testament 69
The love of a woman is like a mushroom,—it grows in one night and will serve somewhat pleasantly next morning for breakfast, but afterwards waxes fulsome and unwholesome.
—Cyril Tourneur 70
Emotional effusions are like licorice-root. When you take your first suck at it, it doesn’t seem so bad, but it leaves a very bad taste in your mouth afterward.
—Ivan Turgenev 71
In love as in war, a fortress that parleys is half taken.
—Marguerite de Valois 72
Love … like a pirate, takes you by spreading false colors.
—Sir John Vanbrugh 73
Love, like virtue, is its own reward.
—Sir John Vanbrugh 74
Love, like fortune, turns upon a heel, and is very much given to rising and falling.
—Sir John Vanbrugh 75
Love, my sweet Lidi! resembles the fugitive shadows of morning; shorter and shorter they grow and at length disappear.
—Mihaly Vitkovics 76
Love’s like a torch which, if secur’d from blasts,
Will fainter burn, but then it longer lasts:
Expos’d to storms of jealousy and doubt,
The blaze grows greater, but ’tis sooner out.
—William Walsh 77
Love, like a bird, hath perch’d upon a spray
For thee and me to hearken what he sings.
—William Watson 78
Love … as pure as Angel-worship, when the just
And beautiful of Heaven are bow’d in prayer!
—John Greenleaf Whittier 79
Love as strong as that which binds the peopled Universe.
—John Greenleaf Whittier 80
Love is a lamp unseen, burning to waste, or, if its light is found, nursed for our idle hour, then idly broken.
—N. P. Willis 81
Love, like ambition, dies as ’tis enjoyed.
—Thomas Yalden
Similes
*Nicole M.
O’Neal in her piece, “A Family Is Like a Circle”:
“A family is
like a circle.
The
connection never ends,
and even if
at times it breaks,
in time it
always mends….”
*here are
also beautiful love similes shown in popular songs. For example, in country duo
Florida Georgia Line’s song “Simple,” they describe a relationship between two
love interests, comparing it to a six-string guitar. Part of the song says:
“We’re just simple
like a six-string
The way this
world was meant to be
Like laughing
love, make a lot out of a little
It’s just
that simple, S-I-M-P-L-E
Simple as can
be…”
*Another example of a simile can be found in
Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. When Romeo talks to Mercutio before the Capulets'
party, he talks about the pain of love, saying that it "pricks like
thorn."
"Is love a
tender thing? It is too rough, / too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn."
- "My heart is like an open highway"
- It's My Life, Bon Jovi
- "It's
been a hard days night/ And I've been working like a dog"
- A Hard Day's Night, The Beatles
- "And
it seems to me you lived your life/ Like a candle in the
wind" - Candle in the Wind, Elton John
- "You're as cold as ice."
- Cold As Ice, Foreigner
- "Steady
as a preacher/ Free as a weed"
- American Honey, Lady A
·
·
With you
in my life
·
·
my
beautiful wife
·
·
My feelings are
deep and true
·
·
I will forever
belong to you
·
·
Your voice is
music to my ears
·
·
Or a poem by William
Shakespeare
·
·
I felt like fireworks
burst at our first kiss
·
·
Oh, my sweetheart ... hugs from
your husband Chris
·
·
· Love, like fire, is all-consuming,
· And forever should be blooming.
Love You Like the Sea
I'll love you like the sea I'll caress you like the salty breezeDoes caress those white-capped crestsI'll embrace you as the breaking wavesEmbrace the shore with zest I'll kiss you like the rising sunDoes kiss the sea at dawnI'll call you like the sea bird sangWith passion, again and again I'll raise you like the morning mistThat joins the sea to skyI'll move you like the pale, round moonDoes move the pounding tide I'll push you like the summer stormThat brings the sea to lifeAnd even as in you I drownNever did breathless trepidation feel so right I'll love you like the oceanI'll love you like the sea I miss you
like the sky misses the stars.like the streets when there are no cars.like a government that has no laws,like music, when it is on pause. I miss you,like the desert misses the rainlike an addict without cocaine, like a kiss that misses lipslike actors without their scripts Cute as an angelHeavenly - Oh, goshOne of a kindChubby hands, love the hairOnly one little biteLovely magical momentsAmazing pleasureTasty - but a little stickyEnchanting chocolate face What You are to Me – Five Lines Always in lucid dreams, it’s you I see, ever like the North Star, constant and bright.My angel, you’re my heavenly delight!Your love, like truth, has set me free tonight.You’re my life and you’re most precious to me! A Mockingbird's Serenade
a distance cast upon them by life’s fate,their words sing out across the azure skylike distant songbirds looking for a mate. And like these birds that sing love from afar,I send to you my thoughts along the breeze;poetic thoughts that shine like ev’ning star,and whisper lilts of love through forest trees. The poetry of love wraps round my heartas thoughts of you waft softly through my mind,and form poetic words, love to impart,like songs of birds for mate they hope to find. And like the serenade of mockingbirds,forever I will woo you with my words
Your Smile
Sweet, in my hundreds of miseriesyour magical smile is happiness to me! I'm surprised when you smile.Nothing is more important to me than your smileI'm mad at you for your amazing smile! Don't be shy, if I enjoy your smiley faceSweet, don't hide your eyesPlease try to understand my silence! My dreams are playing in your happy smileand your love touches my little heartLet me see your beautiful smile!Stars
The stars seem hidden, yet I know they are out there. I have seen them on clear nights, bright wonderful twinkling starlight. It shows the vastness, the extraordinary feat of our Heavenly Father. It brings upon me a smile of delight
by Boitumelo Mailula |
Categories: simile,
smile,
CAPTURED THOUGHTS
A capturer on a Friday night,Mind away from the body,Lost in a dance the mind is,Stationary is the body.Feet taping to no sound,Laughs to equip the mood,Capturers we are,Gathered to one thought.The only time minds agree,Through the week we disagree.Friday night the mind is one.A rhythm to the mind,Friday is the tune.Unity of the night,Imagine if ‘Love’ was ‘Friday’.How much couples will agree,How groovy the mood will,A Friday relationship every day,Love so groovy…by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: betrayal,
color, day, love, simile, sky, sun,
The Dawn Broke Like
A Heart
In shades of violet deep as violenceThat bled into the night... The sun rose like a love affair,Sky scarlet with a jealous blushAs the first light burned like lust... The day came like a nightmare,Drowning in a blue deeperThan you've ever seen...by Cameron Hartley |
Categories: cute
love, dream, i love you, simile, sleep, sweet,
Sweet Dreams, Love
Falling asleep's likeWatching day breakAnd stars fadeInto early dawn grayIt's as soft as the sunsetSure as the rising sun So sleep wellDear i'll be here in the morningI see those tired eyes closingHave sweet dreams, my loveMy dearby john beharry |
Categories: emotions,
love, relationship, romance, simile, symbolism,
Love is Blind
Love is BlindCupid's arrows hitWhoever they FindAnd put them In a Bind
that I don't remember you. A castle in my heart was made for you,from the nightmares, to guard you. As the cold breeze passing through sings,wrapped you, shielding with my wings, when he came sneaky in the night,the grim reaper, he dares might. with a slash from his scythe,he took my wings too. Flightless, wandering lost,tired, fell kissing the dirt. Woke up one morning,in the middle of the woods. Down on my knees, pleading you,"Dear brother! one word from you will do." For now I know what love is?but none I have to share it with
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