Quotes Tagged "love"

A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.

The Coming of Light Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.

When You Are Old When you are old and grey and full of sleep And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead, And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Love's mysteries in souls do grow, But yet the body is his book.

On I’ll pass, dragging my huge love behind me. On what feverish night, deliria-ridden, by what Goliaths was I begot – I, so big and by no one needed?

There was also something about the smell of bookshops that was strangely comforting to her. She wondered if it was the scent of ink and paper, or the perfume of binding, string, and glue. Maybe it was the scent of knowledge. Information. Thoughts and ideas. Poetry and love. All of it bound into one perfect, calm place.

What makes us leave what we love best? What is it inside us that keeps erasing itself When we need it most, That sends us into uncertainty for its own sake And holds us flush there until we begin to love it And have to begin again? What is it within our own lives we decline to live Whenever we find it, making our days unendurable, And nights almost visionless? I still don't know yet, but I do it.

Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.

Amor é um fogo que arde sem se ver, é ferida que dói, e não se sente; é um contentamento descontente, é dor que desatina sem doer. É um não querer mais que bem querer; é um andar solitário entre a gente; é nunca contentar se de contente; é um cuidar que ganha em se perder. É querer estar preso por vontade; é servir a quem vence, o vencedor; é ter com quem nos mata, lealdade. Mas como causar pode seu favor nos corações humanos amizade, se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor?

Sometimes I want a quiet life other times I want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

Love me in actions, not in words.

because two bodies, naked and entwined, leap over time, they are invulnerable, nothing can touch them, they return to the source, there is no you, no I, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no names, the truth of two in a single body, a single soul, oh total being...

We were strange in love her and I too wild to last too rare to die.

the phantom of the man-who-would-understand, the lost brother, the twin --- for him did we leave our mothers, deny our sisters, over and over? did we invent him, conjure him over the charring log, nights, late, in the snowbound cabin did we dream or scry his face in the liquid embers, the man-who-would-dare-to-know-us? It was never the rapist: it was the brother, lost, the comrade/twin whose palm would bear a lifeline like our own: decisive, arrowy, forked-lightning of insatiate desire It was never the crude pestle, the blind ramrod we were after: merely a fellow-creature with natural resources equal to our own.

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry. 

I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.

நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன், கண்ணம்மா நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன் பொன்னை, உயர்வை, புகழை விரும்பிடும் என்னை கவலைகள் தின்ன தகாதென.. நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன், கண்ணம்மா நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன் மிடிமையும் அச்சமும் மேவி என் நெஞ்சில் குடிமை புகுந்தன, கொன்று அவை போக்கின தன்செய லெண்ணித் தவிப்பது தீர்ந்திங்கு நின்செயல் செய்து நிறைவு பெறும்வண்ணம் நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன், கண்ணம்மா நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன் நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன், கண்ணம்மா நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன் துன்பம் இனி இல்லை, சோர்வில்லை சோர்வில்லை, தோற்பில்லை நல்லது தீயது நாமறியோம் நாமறியோம் நாமறியோம் அன்பு நெறியில் அறங்கள் வளர்த்திட நல்லது நாட்டுக! தீமையை ஓட்டுக நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன், கண்ணம்மா நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன்

you wouldn't let me love both of us at the same time

Love for us is no paradise of arbors — to us love tells us, humming, that the stalled motor of the heart has started to work again.