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| Old and famous love quotes "If I know what love is, it is because of you." - Hermann Hesse (1877-1962) German-born Swiss Novelist, Poet "Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end." - Madame De Stael (1766-1817) French-Swiss Novelist "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." - Plato (427-347BC) Greek Philosopher "Love is all you need." - John Lennon "Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties." - Jules Renard "It is not night when I do see your face." - William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English Poet, Playwright, Actor "Love is the greatest refreshment in life." - Pablo Picasso (1881-1973) Spanish Painter, Sculptor "In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged." - Hans Nouwens "A simple I love you means more than money." - Frank Sinatra (1915-1998) American Singer, Actor "Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop." - H.L. Mencken "Take away love and our earth is a tomb." - Robert Browning "True love begins when nothing is looked for in return." - Antoine De Saint-Exupery (1900-1944) French Aviator, Writer "The hottest love has the coldest end." - Socrates "Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute, and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute. THAT'S relativity." - Albert Einstein "You know you are in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams." - Dr. Seuss ***** Old and famous love letters A Famous love letter by Ludwig van Beethoven Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827), one of history's most famous and mysterious composers had one great secret. Upon his death, a love letter was found among his possessions. It was written to an unknown woman who Beethoven simply called his *Immortal Beloved.* We may never put a face with this mysterious woman or know the circumstances of their affair. "Moonlight Sonata" as well as Beethoven's many symphonies express eloquently the tragedy of a relationship never publicly realized. July 6, 1806 My angel, my all, my very self -- only a few words today and at that with your pencil -- not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon -- what a useless waste of time. Why this deep sorrow where necessity speaks -- can our love endure except through sacrifices -- except through not demanding everything -- can you change it that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine? Oh, God! look out into the beauties of nature and comfort yourself with that which must be -- love demands everything and that very justly -- that it is with me so far as you are concerned, and you with me. If we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I! Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other; moreover, I cannot communicate to you the observations I have made during the last few days touching my own life -- if our hearts were always close together I would make none of the kind. My heart is full of many things to say to you - Ah! -- there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all -- cheer up -- remain my true, only treasure, my all as I am yours; the gods must send us the rest that which shall be best for us. Your faithful, Ludwig ***** An old and famous love letter by Napoleon Bonaparte (1763 - 1821) In addition to being a brilliant military mind and feared ruler, Napoleon was a prolific writer of letters with OVER 75,000 letters in his lifetime, many of them to his beautiful wife, Josephine, both before and during their marriage. This letter, written just prior to their 1796 wedding, shows surprising tenderness and emotion from the future emperor. Paris, December 1795 I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet, incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried?... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for you lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives! You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three hours. Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire. ***** An old and famous love letter by Abigail Adams Written December 23, 1782Abigail Adams to John Adams, her husband. He became the second president of the United States. ...should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied. I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads with an affection heightened and improved by time, nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart. ***** An old and famous love letter by Count Gabriel Honore de Mirbeau ~ 1780 Sophie, To be with the people one loves, says La Bruyere is enough -- to dream you are speaking to them, not speaking to them, thinking of them, thinking of the most indifferent things, but by their side, nothing else matters. O mon amie, how true that is! and it is also true that when one acquires such a habit, it becomes a necessary part of one's existence. Alas! I well know, I should know too well, since the three months that I sigh, far away from thee, that I possess thee no more, than my happiness has departed. However, when every morning I wake up, I look for you, it seems to me that half of myself is missing, and that is too true. Twenty times during the day, I ask myself where you are; judge how strong the illusion is, and how cruel it is to see it vanish. When I go to bed, I do not fail to make room for you; I push myself quite close to the wall and leave a great empty space in my small bed. This movement is mechanical, these thoughts are involuntary. Ah! how one accustoms oneself to happiness. Alas! one only knows it well when one has lost it, and I'm sure we have only learnt to appreciate how necessary we are to each other, since the thunderbolt has parted us. The source of our tears has not dried up, dear Sophie; we cannot become healed; we have enough in our hearts to love always, and, because of that, enough to weep always. Gabriel ***** Old and famous love poems "I Do Not Love You" by Pablo Neruda I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. ***** "I Love You" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox 1850–1919 I love your lips when they’re wet with wine And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the lovelight lies Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when the warm white flesh Touches mine in a fond embrace; I love your hair when the strands enmesh Your kisses against my face. Not for me the cold, calm kiss Of a virgin’s bloodless love; Not for me the saint’s white bliss, Nor the heart of a spotless dove. But give me the love that so freely gives And laughs at the whole world’s blame, With your body so young and warm in my arms, It sets my poor heart aflame. So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth, Still fragrant with ruby wine, And say with a fervor born of the South That your body and soul are mine. Clasp me close in your warm young arms, While the pale stars shine above, And we’ll live our whole young lives away In the joys of a living love. ***** "The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone" by John Keats 1795–1821 John Keats The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, Warm breath, light whisper, tender semi-tone, Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, and lang’rous waist! Faded the flower and all its budded charms, Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes, Faded the shape of beauty from my arms, Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise – Vanish’d unseasonably at shut of eve, When the dusk holiday – or holinight Of fragrant-curtain’d love begins to weave The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight, But, as I’ve read love’s missal through to-day, He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray ***** |