"So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure. Without him, live no life."
- William Shakespeare
Sunday, October 4, 2009
"I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -
I have shudder'd at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr'd for my religion
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
I could die for you."
- by John Keats
"I have learned not to worry about love; But to honor its coming with all my heart."
- Alice Walker (1944~) American Author, Critic
"I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love."
- Françoise Sagan (1935-2004) French Playwright, Novelist, Screenwriter
"To get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with."
- Mark Twain (1835-1910)
"Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it."
- Thomas Fuller (1608-1661) English Clergyman, Author
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet."
- Plato (427-347BC) Greek Philosopher
"LOVE: The irresistable desire to be irresistibly desired."
- Mark Twain (1835-1910) [Samuel Clemens] American Author, Humorist
"Other men said they have seen angels, But I have seen thee And thou art enough."
- by G. Moore
"You were made perfectly to be loved and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long."
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) English Poet
I feel infinite
There is a feeling that I had Friday night after the homecoming game that I don’t know if I will ever be able to describe except to say that it is warm. Sam and Patrick drove me to the party that night, and I sat in the middle of Sam’s pickup truck. Sam loves her pickup truck because I think it reminds her of her dad. The feeling I had happened when Sam told Patrick to find a station on the radio. And he kept getting commercials. And commercials. And a really bad song about love that had the word “baby” in it. And then more commercials. And finally he found this really amazing song about this boy, and we all got quiet.
Sam tapped her hand on the steering wheel. Patrick held his hand outside the car and made air waves. And I just sat between them. After the song finished, I said something.
“I feel infinite.”
And Sam and Patrick looked at me like I said the greatest thing they ever heard. Because the song was that great and because we all really paid attention to it. Five minutes of a lifetime were truly spend, and we felt young in a good way.”
- From The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way— in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”
Charles Dickens - A Tale of Two Cities
How your body still remembers things you told it to forget.
"I count to three and grin. You smile and let me in. We sit and watch the wall you painted purple. Speech will spill on space. Our little cups of grace. But pauses rattle on about the way that you cut the snow-fence, braved the blood, the metal of those hearts that you always end up pressing your tongue to. How your body still remembers things you told it to forget. How those furious affections followed you. I’ve got this store-bought way of saying I’m okay, and you learned how to cry in total silence. We’re talented and bright. We’re lonely and uptight. We’ve found some lovely ways to disappoint, but the airport’s almost empty this time of the year, so let’s go play on a baggage carousel. Set our watches forward like we’re just arriving here from a past we left in a place we knew too well. (Hold on to the corners of today, and we’ll fold it up to save until it’s needed. Stand still. Let me scrub that brackish line that you got when something rose and then receded."
- Watermark by The Weatherthans (from the album Left and Leaving)
“For love—I would
split open your head and put
a candle in
behind the eyes.”
- From Robert Creeley’s poem The Warning
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