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Love Poems & Sonnets. Love quotes are the best bits of the best romantic minds.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-76604674728105823872013-02-16T11:54:00.002-08:002013-02-21T14:30:22.632-08:0012 Quotes about Love and Suffering <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Yesterday I loved, today I suffer, tomorrow I die: but I still think fondly, today and tomorrow, of yesterday. -Gotthold Ephraim Lessing<br />
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There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature. -Lawrence Durrell<br />
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He who would love much has also much to suffer. -José Rizal<br />
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To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself will always be the text of the life of women. -Honoré de Balzac<br />
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Love means suffering—those who love drag a chain with them. -Georg Ebers<br />
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We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love. -Sigmund Freud<br />
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Those whose suffering is due to love are, as we say of certain invalids, their own physicians. -Marcel Proust<br />
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Much of our suffering comes from one simple misunderstanding: that love is limited, that it is here only some of the time. -Nirmala<br />
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Only give a woman love, and there is nothing she will not venture, suffer, and do. -Wilkie Collins<br />
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Medicine cures all human sufferings, but the sickness of love refuses a physician. -Propertius<br />
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Those who have courage to love should have courage to suffer. -Anthony Trollope<br />
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If man realized that the universe like him can love and suffer, he would be reconciled. -Albert Camus<br />
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These quotes about love and mind prepares you to unite your rational mind with your romantic self for <a href="http://lovequotesromantic.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-quotes-for-valentines-day.html" target="_blank">Valentine's Day</a>.<br />
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The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love. -Nikos Kazantzakis<br />
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. -William Shakespeare<br />
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A mind might ponder its thought for ages and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach it in a day. -Ralph Waldo Emerson<br />
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The most peculiar social self which one is apt to have is in the mind of the person one is in love with. -William James<br />
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The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart but one; yet the light of a whole life dies, when love is done. -Francis William Bourdillon<br />
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Love manifests itself in our bodies as instinctive craving, in our souls as devotion, and in our minds as pride. -Bliss Carman<br />
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Love does not obey the mind, and turns to hate when forced. -Ursula K. Le Guin<br />
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Love is a durable fire in the mind ever burning. -Sir Walter Raleigh<br />
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Love is the mind's strong physic and the pill that leaves the heart sick and overturns the will. -Thomas Middleton<br />
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The fire of love and the cold of time, deprive my sweet love of his peace of mind. -Lope de Vega<br />
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Every conception of love inevitably depends on a view of the broader totality of the emotional mind. -Thomas Lewis<br />
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Union of hearts, not hands, does a marriage make, and sympathy of mind keeps love awake. -Aaron Hill<br />
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Only the free mind knows what Love is. -Jiddu Krishnamurti<br />
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Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind - But how could I forget thee? -William Wordsworth<br />
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When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind! -John Dryden<br />
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My mind is wholly possessed by Love, who rules every part there of, in virtue of his all-embracing deity. -Giovanni Boccaccio<br />
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You may not love a person's ways, but you should always love the person. Separate the two in your mind and it will help you much. -Edward Eldridge<br />
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It is time, not the mind, that puts an end to love. -Publius Syrus<br />
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If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love. -Nathaniel Parker Willis<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-91183162559069782362010-12-04T08:43:00.001-08:002012-03-14T13:30:43.864-07:00True Love Quotes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
True love is that which ennobles the personality, fortifies the heart, and sanctifies the existence.<br />
-Henri Frédéric Amiel<br />
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True love is like a sigh from the heart; it teaches in a moment everything one ought to say.
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-Thomas Corneille<br />
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There is no hate that can lie alongside love in a true heart.<br />
-Charles Reade<br />
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Love which economizes is never true love.<br />
-Honoré de Balzac<br />
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True love is mixed up with birdlike squabbles, in which the disputants wound each other to the quick; but a quarrel without animus is, on the contrary, apiece of flattery to the dupe’s conceit.<br />
-Honoré de Balzac<br />
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True love can fear no one.<br />
-Seneca<br />
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True love doesn't have a happy ending; true love doesn't have an ending.<br />
-Anonymous<br />
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True joy doth need no song to praise it, silence for love's delight is best.<br />
-Emanuel Geibel<br />
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True hearts that share one love, one life, will always know true joy.<br />
-Jason Blake<br />
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True love is not selfish. In time it accustoms itself to anything which secures happiness for its object.<br />
-Susan Coolidge<br />
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I’ll just tell her she isn’t and never will be a true sailor’s true love until she takes a voyage with her husband.<br />
-Peter B. Kyne<br />
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You believed you loved me, but I doubted my love, and I know now that no true love for you exists.<br />
-Mark Rutherford<br />
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True love does not paralyze, but doubles the high qualities of man.<br />
-Georg Moritz Ebers<br />
See more <a href="http://lovequotesromantic.blogspot.com/p/love-quotes.html">love quotes</a>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-89268518148388860112010-07-13T20:01:00.000-07:002011-01-26T20:39:43.007-08:00The Positive Power of LoveIf you are seeking someone to love you, you will go through life <br />
disappointed. Love begins with loving yourself first. Unless you first love<br />
yourself, you will not be able to find it in another. Only when you<br />
generate love and radiate it forth until it embraces everything and<br />
everyone, will love be yours in return.<br />
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But remember, you cannot give your love to another person. You can<br />
only be loving. Being loving means learning to love your mind, thoughts,<br />
body, life and the God-power within you. Learn to love objects like trees,<br />
flowers, animals, sunshine and everything you see, touch and taste.<br />
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The idea that we cannot possibly love another until we have first learned<br />
to love ourselves may, on the surface, appear to be a very self-centered<br />
philosophy. But it isn’t if we realize that we are connected to every other<br />
person on the planet. In the same way that our heads are joined to our<br />
shoulders, our hands to our arms, our feet to our ankles, each person is<br />
an extension of everyone else. An infection in one part of the human<br />
body means that the entire body is affected, to hurt another person<br />
mentally, physically or emotionally means that we are hurting ourselves.<br />
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Remain calm and love regardless of the circumstance. Love is not a<br />
placid state but a conquering force. If someone does something to you<br />
that may seem unjust or unfair, learn to forgive that person, for<br />
forgiveness is part of love. Mentally note that the situation has come into<br />
your life as a lesson. The way you meet the experience will determine<br />
whether or not you understand the meaning of love. If you do, you will<br />
be able to forgive knowing that everything will work out for the good of<br />
all concerned. To pass ‘love lessons’ victoriously is to reach new<br />
dimensions of success, prosperity, peace and fulfillment.<br />
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Dr. Robert Anthony: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/042522189X?ie=UTF8&tag=japalist-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=042522189X"rel="nofollow">The Ultimate Secrets of Total Self Confidence</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-30633188406986134602010-04-18T15:07:00.000-07:002011-01-26T20:40:12.054-08:00The Mastery of Love QuotesWe can talk about love and write a thousand books about it, but love will be completely different for each of us because we have to experience love. Love is not about concepts; love is about action. Love in action can only produce happiness. Fear in action can only produce suffering. <br />
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The only way to master love is to practice love. You don't need to justify your love, you don't need to explain your love; you just need to practice your love. Practice creates the master.<br />
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Miguel Ruiz: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1878424424?ie=UTF8&tag=japalist-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=1878424424"rel="nofollow">The Mastery of Love: A Practical Guide to the Art of Relationship</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-89162167986133117542010-03-14T17:12:00.000-07:002010-03-27T04:25:34.686-07:00Nietzsche Love QuoteLove brings to light the noble and hidden qualities of a lover - his rare and exceptional traits: to that extent it conceals his unusual character.<br />
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Die Liebe bringt die hohen und verborgenen Eigenschaften eines Liebenden ans Licht, sein Seltenes, Ausnahmsweises: insofern tuscht sie leicht über das, was die Regel an ihm ist.<br />
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-Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-66414262412336447502010-03-08T17:51:00.000-08:002011-01-26T20:42:04.854-08:00Paul Verlaine Poem: En SourdinePaul Verlaine: En Sourdine<br />
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Tranquil in the twilight dense<br />
By the spreading branches made<br />
Let us breathe the influence<br />
Of the silence and the shade.<br />
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Let your heart melt into mine<br />
And your soul reach out to me<br />
'Mid the languors of the pine<br />
And the sighing arbute-tree.<br />
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Close your eyes, your hands let be<br />
Folded on your slumbering heart,<br />
From whose hold all treachery<br />
Drive forever, and all art.<br />
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Let us with the hour accord!<br />
Let us let the gentle wind,<br />
Rippling in the sunburnt sward,<br />
Bring us to a patient mind!<br />
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And when Night across the air<br />
Shall her solemn shadow fling,<br />
Touching voice of our despair,<br />
Long the nightingale shall sing.<br />
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Calmes dans le demi-jour<br />
Que les branches hautes font,<br />
Pénétrons bien notre amour<br />
De ce silence profond.<br />
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Fondons nos âmes, nos cœurs<br />
Et nos sens extasiés,<br />
Parmi les vagues langueurs<br />
Des pins et des arbousiers.<br />
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Ferme tes yeux à demi,<br />
Croise tes bras sur ton sein,<br />
Et de ton coeur endormi<br />
Chasse à jamais tout dessein.<br />
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Laissons-nous persuader<br />
Au souffle berceur et doux,<br />
Qui vient à tes pieds rider<br />
Les ondes de gazon roux.<br />
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Et quand, solennel, le soir<br />
Des chênes noirs tombera,<br />
Voix de notre désespoir,<br />
Le rossignol chantera.<br />
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<i>Paul Verlaine: En Sourdine</i><br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0226853454?ie=UTF8&tag=japalist-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0226853454"rel="nofollow">One Hundred and One Poems by Paul Verlaine: A Bilingual Edition</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=japalist-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0226853454" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-11188760233245741592010-02-20T10:38:00.000-08:002011-01-26T20:43:32.840-08:00Brideshead Revisited QuotesI went there uncertainly, for it was foreign ground and there was a tiny, priggish, warning voice in my ear which in the tones of Collins told me it was seemly to hold back. But I was in search of love in those days, and I went full of curiosity and the faint, unrecognized apprehension that here, at last, I should find that low door in the wall, which others, I knew had found before me, which opened on an enclosed and enchanted garden, which was somewhere, not overlooked by any window, in the heart of that grey city.<br />
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I could tell him, too, that to know and love one other, human being is the root of all wisdom. But I felt no need for these sophistries as I sat before my cousin, saw him, freed from his inconclusive struggle with Pindar, in his dark grey suit, his white tie, his scholar's gown; heard his grave tones and, all the time, savoured the gillyflowers in full bloom under my windows.<br />
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He did not fail in love, but he lost his joy of it, for I was no longer part of his solitude. As my intimacy with his family grew, I became part of the world which he sought to escape; I became one of the bonds which held him. That was the part for which his mother, in all our little talks, was seeking to fit me. Everything was left unsaid. It was only dimly and at rare moments that I suspected what was afoot.<br />
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Julia used to say, 'Poor Sebastian. It's something chemical in him.'<br />
That was the cant phrase of the time, derived from heaven knows what misconception of popular science. 'There's something chemical between them' was used to explain the over-mastering hate or love of any two people. It was the old concept in a new form. I do not believe there was anything chemical in my friend.<br />
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This was the creature, neither child nor woman, that drove me through the dusk that summer evening, untroubled by love, taken aback by the power of her own beauty, hesitating on the cool edge of life one who had suddenly found herself armed, unawares; the heroine of a fairy story turning over in her hands the magic ring; she had only to stroke it with her fingertips and whisper the charmed word, for the earth to open at her feet and belch forth her titanic servant, the fawning monster who would bring her whatever she asked, but bring it, perhaps, in unwelcome shape.<br />
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From being agreeable, he became indispensable to her; from having been proud of him in public she became a little ashamed, but by that time, between Christmas and Easter, he had become indispensable. And then, without in the least expecting it, she suddenly found herself in love.<br />
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For six weeks they remained at arm's length, kissing when they met and parted, sitting meantime at a distance, talking of what they would do and where they would live and of Rex's chances of an under-secretaryship. Julia was content, deep in love, living in the future. Then, just before the end of the session, she learned that Rex had been staying the weekend with a stockbroker at Sunningdale, when he said he was at his constituency, and that Mrs Champion had been there, too.<br />
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'I don't believe you've changed at all, Charles.'<br />
'No, I'm afraid not.'<br />
'D'you want to change?'<br />
'It's the only evidence of life.'<br />
'But you might change so that you didn't love me any more.'<br />
'There is that risk.'<br />
'Charles, you haven't stopped loving me.'<br />
'You said yourself I hadn't changed.'<br />
'Well, I'm beginning to think you have. I haven't.'<br />
'No,' I said, 'no; I can see that.'<br />
'Were you at all frightened at meeting me today?'<br />
'Not the least.'<br />
'You didn't wonder if I should have fallen in love with someone else in the meantime?'<br />
'No. Have you?'<br />
'You know I haven't. Have you?'<br />
'No. I'm not in love.'<br />
My wife seemed content with this answer. She had married me six years ago at the<br />
time of my first exhibition, and had done much since then to push our interests.<br />
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She looked up slowly from her chocolate and, her splendid, serious eyes in mine, said: 'Don't you know? I'll tell you about it sometimes I've been a mug. I thought I was in love with someone, but it didn't turn out that way.' And my mind went back ten years to the evening at Brideshead, when that lovely, spidery child of nineteen, as though brought in for an hour from the nursery and nettled by lack of attention from the grownups, had said: 'I'm causing anxiety, too, you know,' and I had thought at the time, though scarcely, it now seemed to me, in long trousers myself, 'How important these girls make themselves with their love affairs.' Now it was different; there was nothing but humility and friendly candour in the way she spoke. I wished I could respond to her confidence, give some token of acceptance, but there was nothing in my last, flat, eventful years that I could share with her.<br />
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She was not yet thirty, but was approaching the zenith of her loveliness, all her rich promise abundantly fulfilled. She had lost that fashionable, spidery look; the head that I used to think quattrocento, which had sat a little oddly on her, was now part of herself and not at all Florentine; not connected in any way with painting or the arts or with anything except herself, so that it would be idle to itemize and dissect her beauty, which was her own essence, and could only be known in her and by her authority and in the love I was soon to have for her.<br />
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I knew what she meant, and in that moment felt as though I had shaken off some of the dust and grit of ten dry years; then and always, however she spoke to me, in half sentences, single words, stock phrases of contemporary jargon, in scarcely perceptible movements of eyes or lips or hands, however inexpressible her thought, however quick and far it had glanced from the matter in hand, however deep it had plunged, as it often did, straight from the surface to the depths, I knew; even that day when I still stood on the extreme verge of love, I knew what she meant.<br />
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But later that night when she went to bed and I followed her to her door, she stopped me.<br />
'No, Charles, not yet. Perhaps never. I don't know. I don't know if I want love.' Then something, some surviving ghost from those dead ten years - for one cannot die, even for a little, without some loss made me say, 'Love? I'm not asking for love.' 'Oh yes, Charles, you are,' she said, and putting up her hand gently stroked my cheek; then shut her door.<br />
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I took you out to dinner to warn you of charm. I warned you expressly and in great detail of the Flyte family. Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.'<br />
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Julia wore the embroidered Chinese robe which she often used when we were dining alone at Brideshead; it was a robe whose weight and stiff folds stressed her repose; her neck rose exquisitely from the plain gold circle at her throat; her hands lay still among the dragons in her lap. It was thus that I had rejoiced to see her nights without number, and that night, watching her as she sat between the firelight and the shaded lamp, unable to look away for love of her beauty, I suddenly thought, 'When else have I seen her like this? Why am I reminded of another moment of vision?' And it came back to me that this was how she had sat in the liner, before the storm; this was how she had looked, and I realized that she had regained what I thought she had lost for ever, the magical sadness which had drawn me to her, the thwarted look that had seemed to say, 'Surely I was made for some other purpose than this?'<br />
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Evelyn Waugh: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0141182482?ie=UTF8&tag=japalist-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0141182482"rel="nofollow">Brideshead Revisited</a>, The Sacred & Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder (1945)<br />
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It is time to sprinkle some romantic love dust over the person you love. Good love quotes are the best bits of the best romantic minds, suitable for you to spread around this Valentine’s Day. I was surprised how difficult it was to find suitable Valentines quotes. So many love quotes are too general, philosophical, and even sarcastic to go well with Valentine's Day. You don't want your loved one to wonder about the meaning of some word in quote. Hope these romantic love quotes will help you to convey your caring feeling to your love. Happy Valentine’s Day!<br />
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There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand different versions.<br />
-La Rochefoucald<br />
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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever. -Alfred, Lord Tennyson<br />
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Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry<br />
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Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul. -St. Augustine<br />
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My love most true has made me yours. -Juan del Encina<br />
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At one glance I love you with a thousand hearts. -Mihri Hatun<br />
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Let your love be like the misty rain, coming softly, but flooding the river. <br />
-Madagascan Proverb<br />
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I humbly do beseech you of your pardon for too much loving you. <br />
-Shakespeare (Iago in Othello)<br />
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Your beauty’s form was shaped by God Himself, so are my feelings merely human love? -Amir Khusrau<br />
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Any time that is not spent on love is wasted. -Torquato Tasso<br />
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Youth’s for an hour, beauty’s a flower, but love is the jewel that wins the world. -Moira O’Neill<br />
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What’s the earth with all its art, verse, music, worth – compared with love found, gained, and kept? -Robert Browning<br />
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Stay, little Valentine, stay,<br />
Each day is Valentine's day.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-74068273977322253692010-02-10T19:19:00.001-08:002012-02-29T16:16:10.211-08:00Rumi Quotes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Only he whose garment is rent by the violence of love is wholly pure from covetousness and sin.<br />
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Hail to thee, O Love, sweet madness! Thou who heal all our infirmities.<br />
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Love exalts our earthly bodies to heaven, and makes the very hills to dance with joy!<br />
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A true lover is proved such by his pain of heart; no sickness is there like sickness of heart.<br />
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The lover’s ailment is different from all ailments; Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.<br />
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However much we describe and explain love, when we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.<br />
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Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, but love unexplained is clearer.<br />
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When pen hasted to write, on reaching the subject of love it split in twain.<br />
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When the discourse touched on the matter of love, pen was broken and paper torn.<br />
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Only love itself can explain love and lovers.<br />
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The fertile garden of love, as it is boundless, contains other fruits besides joy and sorrow.<br />
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Love and tenderness are qualities of humanity, passion and lust are qualities of animality.<br />
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Woman is a ray of God, not a mere mistress, the Creator’s self, as it were, not a mere creature.<br />
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The lover’s love is visible but love depends not on outward form or face. <br />
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Through love bitter things seem sweet, through love bits of copper are made gold.<br />
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Through love thorns become roses, through love vinegar becomes sweet wine.<br />
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Through love burning fire is pleasing light.<br />
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Through love Ghouls turn into angels.<br />
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Kindle in thy heart the flame of love, and burn up utterly thoughts and fine expressions.<br />
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Love is fearless in the midst of the sea of fear.<br />
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One who is really loved is the single object of her lover, the Alpha and Omega of his desires.<br />
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With thee, my love, hell itself were heaven,<br />
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With thee a prison would be a rose garden.<br />
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With thee hell would be a mansion of delight,<br />
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Without thee lilies and roses would be as flames of fire.<br />
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The torch of love is all sweetness.<br />
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The love of the soul is for life and the living one, because its origin is the Soul not bound to place. <br />
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Love is as the ark appointed for the righteous, which annuls the danger and provides a way of escape.<br />
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Love is a perfect muzzle of evil suggestions; without love who ever succeeded in stopping them?<br />
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Be a lover, and seek that fair beauty, hunt for that waterfowl in every stream.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-90488846775396715292010-02-06T23:34:00.000-08:002011-01-26T20:44:40.770-08:00Lost Love Quotes - Poetry on Lost LoveQuotes about Lost Love<br />
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Though they go mad they shall be sane,<br />
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;<br />
Though lovers be lost love shall not;<br />
And death shall have no dominion.<br />
-Dylan Thomas<br />
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All lost things are in the angels’ keeping, Love;<br />
No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love.<br />
-Helen Hunt Jackson<br />
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’T is better to have loved and lost,<br />
Than never to have loved at all.<br />
-Alfred Tennyson<br />
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Bend low, O dusky Night,<br />
And give my spirit rest,<br />
Hold me to your deep breast,<br />
And put old cares to flight.<br />
Give back the lost delight<br />
That once my soul possest,<br />
When Love was loveliest.<br />
-Louise Chandler Moulton<br />
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The pure, the beautiful, the bright,<br />
That stirred our hearts in youth,<br />
The impulse to a wordless prayer,<br />
The dreams of love and truth,<br />
The longings after something lost,<br />
The spirit’s yearning cry,<br />
The strivings after better hopes,—<br />
These things can never die.<br />
-Sarah Doudney<br />
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And this I know: whether the one True Light<br />
Kindle to Love, or wrath-consume me quite,<br />
One flash of it within the tavern caught<br />
Better than in the temple lost outright.<br />
-Omar Khayyam: Rubáiyát<br />
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I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; <br />
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— <br />
And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, <br />
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. <br />
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, <br />
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar. <br />
-Sir Walter Scott <br />
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Thou art to all lost love the best,<br />
The only true plant found,<br />
Wherewith young men and maids distrest,<br />
And left of love, are crown'd.<br />
When once the lover's rose is dead,<br />
Or laid aside forlorn:<br />
Then willow-garlands 'bout the head<br />
Bedew'd with tears are worn.<br />
When with neglect, the lovers' bane,<br />
Poor maids rewarded be<br />
For their love lost, their only gain<br />
Is but a wreath from thee.<br />
And underneath thy cooling shade,<br />
When weary of the light,<br />
The love-spent youth and love-sick maid<br />
Come to weep out the night.<br />
-Robert Herrick: To the Willow-tree<br />
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The Moonbeams over Arno’s vale in silver flood were pouring,<br />
When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring.<br />
So passionate, so full of pain, it sounded strange and eerie;<br />
I longed to hear a simpler strain, —the wood-notes of the veery.<br />
-Henry Van Dyke<br />
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I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,<br />
For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;<br />
And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of the wood<br />
With her cloud-pale eyelids falling on dream-dimmed eyes:<br />
I cried in my dream <i>‘O women bid the young men lay<br />
‘Their heads on your knees, and drown their eyes with your hair,<br />
‘Or remembering hers they will find no other face fair<br />
‘Till all the valleys of the world have been withered away.’</i><br />
-W.B. Yeats: Aedh tells of a Valley full of Lovers<br />
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Yea, in the old days thou wast she<br />
Who lured Mark Antony from home<br />
To death and Egypt, seeing he<br />
Lost love when he lost Rome.<br />
-George Sylvester Viereck<br />
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Too soon did I love it, and lost love’s rose; and I car’d not for glory’s:<br />
Only the blossoms of sleep and of pleasure were mix’d in my hair.<br />
Was it myrtle or poppy thy garland was woven with, O my Dolores?<br />
Was it pallor or slumber, or blush as of blood, that I found in thee fair?<br />
For desire is a respite from love, and the flesh, not the heart, is her fuel;<br />
-Algernon Charles Swinburne<br />
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From Spanish chestnut trees’ dense shade,<br />
By old and heavy convent walls, a wailing song,<br />
Song of lost love—the torch of youth and life quench’d in despair,<br />
Song of the dying swan—Fernando’s heart is breaking.<br />
-Walt Whitman<br />
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By imperceptible degrees, it became a hopeless consciousness of all that I had lost—love, friendship, interest; of all that had been shattered—my first trust, my first affection, the whole airy castle of my life; of all that remained—a ruined blank and waste, lying wide around me, unbroken, to the dark horizon.<br />
-Charles Dickens: David Copperfield<br />
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Love brings people to unification. The universal intellect, which is the same for everyone, supports this unification.<br />
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Try to live with the part of your soul which understands eternity, which is not afraid of death. And that part of your soul is love. <br />
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The purpose of life is to express love in all its manifestations. <br />
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Anything you do should be filled with love. <br />
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There is only one thing in this world which is worth dedicating all your life. This is creating more love among people and destroying barriers which exist between them.<br />
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-Leo TolstoyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-84100043939058946772010-01-24T16:51:00.000-08:002011-01-26T20:47:23.765-08:00Fausto Papetti - Emmanuelle<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Weigfu2wQc?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"rel="nofollow"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-Weigfu2wQc?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
Fausto Papetti: EmmanuelleUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-90165708208659642562010-01-23T13:33:00.000-08:002010-01-23T13:40:12.385-08:00When Someone You Love DiesWhen someone you love dies, and you're not expecting it, you don't lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time - the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes - when there's a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she's<br />gone, forever - there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.<br /><br />-John Irving: A Prayer for Owen MeanyUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-73774287494035706162010-01-19T11:07:00.000-08:002010-01-19T11:24:53.570-08:00Love Is a Sour DelightLove is a sour delight; a sug'red grief<br />A living death; an ever-dying life<br />A breach of Reason's law; a secret thief<br />A sea of tears; an ever-lasting strife<br />A bait for fools; a scourge of noble wits<br />A Deadly wound; a shot which ever hits.<br />Love is a blinded God; an angry boy<br />A Labyrinth of doubts; an idle lust<br />A slave to Beauty's will; a witless toy<br />A ravening bird, a tyrant most unjust<br />A burning heat; a cold; a flattering foe<br />A private hell; a very world of woe.<br />Yet mighty Love regard not what I say,<br />Which lie in trance bereft of all my wits,<br />But blame the light that leads me thus astray,<br />And makes my tongue blaspheme by frantic fits:<br />Yet hurt her not, left I sustain the smart,<br />Which am content to lodge her in my heart.<br /><br />-Thomas Watson: Hekatompathia, or Passionate Centurie of Love, Sonnet XVIII (1582)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-80079841016942635172010-01-17T12:41:00.000-08:002010-11-20T22:43:07.963-08:00The Way to ArcadyLove must kiss that mortal’s eyes<br />Who hopes to see fair Arcady.<br />No gold can buy you entrance there;<br />But beggared Love may go all bare—<br />No wisdom won with weariness;<br />But Love goes in with Folly’s dress—<br />No fame that wit could ever win;<br />But only Love may lead Love in.<br /><br />-Henry Cuyler Bunner (1855–1896)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-80043510453652931322010-01-17T11:44:00.000-08:002010-11-20T22:43:35.509-08:00What Thing Is Love?What thing is love? for sure I am it is a thing,<br />It is a prick, it is a thing, it is a prettie, prettie thing.<br />It is a fire, it is a coale, whose flame creeps in at every hoale.<br />And as my wits do best devise, <br />Loves dwelling is in Ladies eies.<br /><br />-The Wisdom of Doctor Dodypoll, an anonymous play (1600)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-17444392504653437002010-01-11T19:49:00.000-08:002010-11-20T22:45:13.079-08:00Happiness from LovingHappiness comes more from loving than being loved; and often when our affection seems wounded it is only our vanity bleeding. To love, and to be hurt often, and to love again - this is the brave and happy life. <br /><br />-J.E. BuckroseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-71869399163165633012010-01-08T21:31:00.000-08:002010-01-08T21:46:51.950-08:00Classical Romance Love PlotA handsome youth and a beautiful girl meet by chance and fall in love, but unexpected obstacles obstruct their union; they are separated, and each is launched on a series of journeys and dangerous adventures; through all their tribulations, however, they remain faithful to each other and to the benevolent deities who at critical junctures guide their steps; and eventually they are reunited and live happily ever after.<br /><br />-Bryan P. Reardon: The Form of Greek Romance; Quoted in Barbara Fuchs: <span style="font-style:italic;">Romance</span>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-55820728411569417852010-01-05T12:27:00.000-08:002011-01-26T20:52:48.636-08:00Love Metaphors - Metaphor Examples of LoveExamples of Love metaphors:<br />
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Love is a nutrient: I am starved for love.<br />
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Love is a journey: It’s been a long, bumpy road.<br />
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Love is a unity of parts: We’re as one. They’re breaking up. We’re inseparable.<br />
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Love is a bond: There is a close tie between them.<br />
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Love is a fluid in a container: She was overflowing with love.<br />
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Love is fire: I am burning with love.<br />
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Love is an economic exchange: I’m putting more into this than you are.<br />
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Love is a natural force: She swept me off my feet.<br />
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Love is a physical force: I was magnetically drawn to her.<br />
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Love is an opponent: She tried to fight her feelings of love.<br />
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Love is a captive animal: She let go of her feelings.<br />
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Love is war: She conquered him. Love is insanity: I am crazy about you.<br />
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Love is a social superior: She is completely ruled by love.<br />
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Love is rapture/a high: I have been high on love for weeks.<br />
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The object of love is a small child: Well, baby, what are we gonna do?<br />
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The object of love is a deity: Don’t put her on a pedestal. He worships her.<br />
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-Zoltán Kövecses: Metaphor and Emotion in <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0521600863?ie=UTF8&tag=japalist-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=0521600863"rel="nofollow">The Cambridge Handbook of Metaphor and Thought</a></span><br />
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I ne'er was struck before that hour<br />
With love so sudden and so sweet,<br />
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower<br />
And stole my heart away complete.<br />
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My face turned pale as deadly pale,<br />
My legs refused to walk away,<br />
And when she looked "what could I ail?"<br />
My life and all seemed turned to clay.<br />
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And then my blood rushed to my face<br />
And took my sight away.<br />
The trees and bushes round the place<br />
Seemed midnight at noonday.<br />
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I could not see a single thing,<br />
Words from my eyes did start;<br />
They spoke as chords do from the string<br />
And blood burnt round my heart.<br />
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Are flowers the winter's choice?<br />
Is love's bed always snow?<br />
She seemed to hear my silent voice<br />
And love's appeal to know.<br />
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I never saw so sweet a face<br />
As that I stood before:<br />
My heart has left its dwelling-place<br />
And can return no more.<br />
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-John Clare (1793-1864)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-36126159505230951572009-12-30T23:31:00.000-08:002013-02-19T19:28:46.074-08:00Sonnet 116<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">(Sonnet CXVI)<br />
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds<br />
Admit impediments. Love is not love<br />
Which alters when it alteration finds,<br />
Or bends with the remover to remove.<br />
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark<br />
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;<br />
It is the star to every wandering bark,<br />
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.<br />
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks<br />
Within his bending sickle's compass come;<br />
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,<br />
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.<br />
If this be error and upon me proved,<br />
I never writ, nor no man ever loved. <br />
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<b>Sonnet 116</b> is probably one of the most famous Shakespearean sonnets. It is quoted by many literature teachers when they need to provide an example of structure and form, versification and rhyme. However, I want to discuss its meaning rather than the A-B-A-B rhyme and such. After all, I believe it is way more important to understand the content of a poem because even someone who can barely read would realize that ‘minds’ rhymes with ‘finds’ and such… <br />
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This sonnet was first published more than four centuries ago, back in 1609. Ever since, it has been quoted and analyzed by many, and most agree on the fact that the whole poem is a definition of true love. We all believe we can recognize true love when we experience it, but do we? The Bard arguments that true love is an ever lasting love, so if it fades, then it was probably something else (infatuation is not true love, and modern psychology would probably agree on that!). <br />
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Despite the difficulties, love should stand. Love should last all through the distance, and the time passing by, because it is constant and unchanging. True love is compared to marriage in a religious sense in at least two ways in the sonnet: first, the word ‘marriage’ itself appears on the first verse, although metaphorically meaning ‘union’; second, when Shakespeare writes “But bears it out even to the edge of doom.”, that is the equivalent of “till death do us part”. <br />
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How can something as deep and obscure as love be defined? The Bard achieves it (who else could?) thanks to well chosen comparisons, some of them proper of the time the sonnet was written. For example, take “It is the star to every wondering bark”, written way before GPS was invented, and sailors could only find their way home if they could follow the map of the stars, so this verse implies that true love provides a sense of hope even if you are going through a really rough time in your life… <br />
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True love is not based on looks, of course, and that is why Sonnet 116 establishes that “rosy lips and cheeks” don’t last in time, but true love does. I’m thinking about those old couples who have aged together and they are still crazy for each other! <br />
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Finally, the poem closes with a sort of paradox: if it is not the actual definition of true love, then no man has ever loved at all, and Shakespeare himself hasn’t written anything! Of course, since we are actually reading the sonnet, that can only mean <i>Sonnet 116</i> is the real definition of love. <br />
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The original spelling version. The f = s -> ftar = star; u = v -> loue = love.<br />
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-André Rieu: Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet (written by Nino Rota).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5363346855045252955.post-85534099784706687912009-12-28T17:54:00.000-08:002010-11-20T22:11:55.019-08:00Tristram Shandy QuotesHarsh and untuneful are the notes of love,<br />
Unless my Julia strikes the key,<br />
Her hand alone can touch the part,<br />
Whose dulcet movement charms the heart,<br />
And governs all the man with sympathetick sway.<br />
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As the ancients agree, brother Toby, said my father, that there are two different and distinct kinds of love, according to the different parts which are affected by it — the Brain or Liver — I think when a man is in love, it behoves him a little to consider which of the two he is fallen into. <br />
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-Laurence Sterne: The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman (1759-1769)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0