This weeks featured quotations:
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1 2)
At the touch of love everyone
becomes a poet.
The course of true love never
did run smooth.
Love . . .
Love does not make arguments obsolete.
Love does not cause worries to magically disappear.
Love does not provide a cure for even the common cold.
But love will help you through the most difficult of times.
Love will help you to end arguments amiably.
Love will help you to deal with your worries - together.
Love will give you strength to bear seemingly unbearable illness.
Love may not be magical but it is a miracle.
Stuart and Linda Macfarlane
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not
knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in
each other all along.
Jalal Uddin Rumi
She walks in beauty, Like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Neither a lofty degree of
intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius.
Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Love is a friendship set to
E. Joseph Cossman
Love in its essence is
It is not night when I do see your face.
A kiss is a lovely trick
designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the
bright world dies, With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the
heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done.
Francis William Bourdillon
The human heart, at whatever age, opens to the heart that opens in return.
The heart is the place where we live our passions. It is frail and easily
broken, but wonderfully resilient. There is no point in trying to deceive
the heart. It depends upon our honesty for its survival.
Leo F. Buscaglia
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it
needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.
Henry Ward Beecher
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His
heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if
he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.
Pearl S. Buck
The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to
W. Somerset Maugham
To be in love is merely to be In a state of perpetual anaesthesia: To
mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god Or an ordinary young woman for
Henry Louis Mencken
My most brilliant achievement
was my ability to be able to persuade my wife to marry me.
The first duty of love is to listen.
Paul Johannes Tillich
Nothing in this world is single, all things by laws divine in one spirit mix
and mingle; why not I with thine?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom
fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
This story is about truth, beauty, freedom; but above all things, this story
is about love.
Moulin Rouge (The Movie)
For it was not into my ear you whispered But into my heart Twas not my lips
you kissed But my soul.
Love looks through a
telescope; envy through a microscope.
Josh Billings [Henry Wheeler
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give thee,
the more I have, For both are infinite.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to
what lies inside of you.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates
walls to arrive at its destination, full of hope.
Love: A temporary insanity, curable by marriage.
[The Devil's Dictionary]
Love is a smoke made with the
fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes. Being vexed,
a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most
discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
If ye love wealth greater than
liberty, the tranquillity of servitude greater than the animating contest
for freedom, go home from us in peace. We seek not your counsel nor your
arms. Crouch down and lick the hand that feeds you and may posterity forget
that ye were once our countrymen.
LOVE: The irresistable desire to be irresistibly desired.
Faults are thick where love is thin.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Zora Neale Hurston
The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish
Stephen Edwin King
To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
Jorge Luis Borges
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always.
The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times
A happy marriage has in it all the pleasures of friendships, all the
enjoyment of sense and reason and indeed all the sweets of life.
Love is a haunting melody That I have never mastered And I fear I never
William Seward Burroughs
Grow old with me! The best is
yet to be.
Love is the greatest refreshment in life.
Like the measles, love is most
dangerous when it comes late in life.
This weeks featured poems:
She Walks In Beauty by Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.
Life In A Love by Robert Browning
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth,
While the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear—
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed—
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
And baffled, get up to begin again,—
So the chase takes up one's life, that's all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound,
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope drops to ground
Than a new one, straight to the selfsame mark,
I shape me—
Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways by Elizabeth Barrett
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Love and a Question by Robert Frost
A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.
The bridegroom came forth into the porch
With, 'Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the night to be,
Stranger, you and I.'
The woodbine leaves littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
'Stranger, I wish I knew.'
Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart's desire.
The bridegroom looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her heart in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.
The bridegroom thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;
But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
By harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.