Some of these romantic 19th-century love quotes are from the Georgian era, when Romanticism was at its height, and others are from the Victorian era. Nevertheless, it can be helpful to realize that certain insights and matters of the heart are timeless.
It is human to love, struggle, give up, and then love again. Some of these sayings might strike you as overly sentimental, and others might resonate deeply. So save your favorites, and let them be an ongoing source of inspiration as you live your unique (yet enduring) love story.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.― William Wordsworth, 1770-1850
“Letter to his Wife (April 29 1812)”
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.― Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806-1861
“How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)”
He could not forget the touch of her arms around his neck, impatiently felt as it had been at the time; but now the recollection of her clinging defence of him, seemed to thrill him through and through,—to melt away every resolution, all power of self-control, as if it were wax before a fire.― Elizabeth Gaskell, 1810-1865
North and South
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.― Charles Dickens, 1812-1870
What’s the earth
With all its art, verse, music, worth —
Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?― Robert Browning, 1812-1889
The Poems and Plays of Robert Browning
He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.― Emily Brontë, 1818-1848
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.― George Eliot, 1819-1880
“Letter to Georgiana Burne-Jones (1875)”
I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.― Leo Tolstoy, 1828-1910
At first I did not love you, Jude; that I own. When I first knew you I merely wanted you to love me. I did not exactly flirt with you; but that inborn craving which undermines some women’s morals almost more than unbridled passion–the craving to attract and captivate, regardless of the injury it may do the man–was in me; and when I found I had caught you, I was frightened. And then–I don’t know how it was– I couldn’t bear to let you go–possibly to Arabella again–and so I got to love you, Jude. But you see, however fondly it ended, it began in the selfish and cruel wish to make your heart ache for me without letting mine ache for you.― Thomas Hardy, 1840-1928
Jude the Obscure
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.― Oscar Wilde, 1854-1900
An Ideal Husband