“I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before.”
Ernest Hemingway book For Whom the Bell Tolls
Source: For Whom the Bell Tolls
Vol. i. p. 106. Compare: "None ever loved but at first sight they loved", George Chapman, The Blind Beggar of Alexandria.
Memoirs (1796)
“I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before.”
Ernest Hemingway book For Whom the Bell Tolls
Source: For Whom the Bell Tolls
“I saw you standing on a veranda you'd built with your own hands. And I loved you.”
Nora Roberts (1950) American romance writer
Source: Tribute
“And when I first saw you I first loved you
With a song that I sang to the fire in your eyes”
Hoyt Axton (1938–1999) American country singer
"Lion In The Winter" on Southbound (1975) · Performance with Linda Ronstadt http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ya2dSRcqLBE <br class="br">Context: And when I first saw you I first loved you<br>With a song that I sang to the fire in your eyes<br>But somebody told you that it wouldn't be easy<br>And you carried that lie for the devil to sing Some sail rivers deep and muddy some sail rivers clear and cold<br>But the river that I'm sailin' goes to sea<br>And sometimes I do grow weary sometimes I feel old<br>And sometimes I wonder if you think of me
“I have heard much of these languishing lovers, but I never yet saw one of them die for love.”
Marguerite de Navarre book Heptaméron
First Day, Novel VIII (trans. W. K. Kelly)
L'Heptaméron (1558)
“They didna speak, but they just gave one another a look, and I saw the love-light in their een.”
J. M. Barrie (1860–1937) Scottish writer
Source: The Little Minister (1891), Ch. 1 : The Love-Light
Context: "They didna speak, but they just gave one another a look, and I saw the love-light in their een." No more is remembered of these two, no being now living ever saw them, but the poetry that was in the soul of a battered weaver makes them human to us for ever.
It is of another minister I am to tell, but only to those who know that light when they see it. I am not bidding good-bye to many readers, for though it is true that some men, of whom Lord Rintoul was one, live to an old age without knowing love, few of us can have met them, and of women so incomplete I never heard.