By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word.
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Life is everything it's cracked up to be.
So, all and everything you hear and know and feel
about these Is true.
or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly,
without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way.
Pablo Neruda (100 Love Sonnets/Cien Sonetos De Amor)
Horrible isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable.
It opens your chest and it opens up your heart
and it means that someone can get inside you
and mess you up.
Neil Gaiman (The Sandman Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones)
who are only waiting to see us act, just once,
with beauty and courage.
Perhaps everything that frightens us is,
in its deepest essence,
something helpless that wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke
(That was the way his sentences always went:
It is raining today and I love you.
My cold is better and I love you.
Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.)
William Goldman (The Princess Bride)
you could be the most powerful person in the world.
Let me not outlive my own capacity to love.
Let me die still loving, and so, never die.
Mary Zimmerman (Metamorphoses: A Play)
do good to them that hate you,
and pray for them which despitefully use you,
and persecute you.
Bible, St Matthew
If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis
for the promise to love each other forever.
A feeling comes and it may go.
How can I judge that it will stay forever,
when my act does not involve judgment and decision.
Erich Fromm (The Art of Loving)
Sing like no one is listening.
Love like you've never been hurt and
live like it's heaven on Earth.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come,
and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
Bible, Song of Solomon
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.
Charles, Prince of Wales (when asked if he was in love)
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.
When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
thickening the air, heavy as water
more fit for gills than lungs;
when grief weights you like your own flesh
only more of it, an obesity of grief,
you think, How can a body withstand this?
Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
no matter how much attention you give- that plant
will still wilt and eventually die== you will never get back
those years you could've lived.
For what's in your mind may escape,
But what's in your heart will remain forever.
Alexandra to Nicholas III