Quotes

Love Poem: Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,absentminded. Someone soberwill worry about things going badly.Let the lover be.– Jalaluddin Rumi

Love Poem: La Vita Nuova In that book which isMy memory . . .On the first pageThat is the chapter whenI first met youAppear the words . . .Here begins a new life– Dante Alighieri

Love Poem: Last night you left me and sleptyour own deep sleep. Tonight you turnand turn. I say,“You and I will be togethertill the universe dissolves.”You mumble back things you thought ofwhen you were drunk. – Jalaluddin Rumi

Love Poem: But let me have this letter, containing nothing but your love; and tell me that you give me your lips, your hair, all that face that I have possessed, and tell me that we embrace – you and I!O God, O God, when I think of it, my throat closes, my sight is

Love Poem: Sonnet CXVI Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not love,Which alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove.Oh, no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests.. and is never shaken.It is the star to every wandering barkWhose worth’s unknown, although his height be

Love Poem: 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

Love Poem: I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of

Love Poem: Jenny Kissed Me Jenny kissed me when we met,Jumping from the chair she sat in;Time, you thief, who love to getSweets into your list, put that in:Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,Say that health and wealth have missed me,Say I’m growing old, but add,Jenny kissed me.– by Leigh Hunt

Love Poem: I have a thousand images of you in an hour; all different and all coming back to the same… And we love. And we’ve got the most amazing secrets and understandings. Noel, whom I love, who is so beautiful and wonderful. I think of you eating omlette on the ground. I think of

Love Poem: I have phrases and whole pages memorized,but nothing can be told of love.You must wait until you and Iare living together.In the conversation we’ll havethen…be patient…then.– Jalaluddin Rumi