Perfect
Love
Perfect love has this advantage in it, that it leaves
the possessor of it nothing farther to desire. There is one object (at least)
in which the soul finds absolute content, for which it seeks to live, or dares
to die. The heart has, as it were, filled up the moulds of the imagination. The
truth of passion keeps pace with and outvies the extravagance of mere language.
There are no words so fine, no flattery so soft, that there is not a sentiment
beyond them, that it is impossible to express, at the bottom of the heart where
true love is. What idle sounds the common phrases, adorable creature, angel,
divinity are! What a proud reflection it is to have a feeling answering to
all these, rooted in the breast, unalterable, unutterable, to which all other
feelings are light and vain! Perfect love reposes on the object of its choice,
like the halcyon on the wave; and the air of heaven is around it.
— William Hazlitt (born
April 10, 1778)
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| William Hazlitt (1778-1830) |
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