'Tis better to have loved & lost then to have never loved at all

T.

2012-01-17T15:56:00.002-06:00

When they asked me what I loved most about life,

I smiled and said you.

Khalil Gibran

2011-12-08T13:12:00.002-06:00

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship

and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual

affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it

will not be created for years or even generations.

Sophocles

2011-11-10T12:35:00.002-06:00

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
That word is love.

Leo Tolstoy

2011-11-02T12:56:00.002-05:00

All, everything that I understand,
I understand only because I love.

Dr. Karl Énage

2011-10-12T12:59:00.002-05:00

Love cures people -- both the ones who give it
and the ones who receive it.

Unknown

2011-02-28T22:50:00.000-06:00

No one is perfect until you fall in love with them.

Unknown

2011-02-24T18:48:00.000-06:00

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is the most fatal.

Unknown

2011-02-19T21:45:00.000-06:00

He taught me how to love,
but not how to stop.

C. Etheredge

2011-02-14T12:02:00.003-06:00

You came into my life,
and changed it forever.
You showed me the meaning
of truly loving and caring for someone.
You make me feel special in all that you do
and all that you say.
Babe, I will always love you!
Happy Valentines Day!

Unknown

2011-02-10T20:44:00.000-06:00

Who do you turn to when the only person
in the world that can stop you from crying,
is exactly the one making you cry?

Unknown

2011-02-05T23:39:00.002-06:00

Love is like heaven, but it can hurt like hell.

Unknown

2011-01-26T21:33:00.002-06:00

Do you love me because I am beautiful
or am I beautiful because I am loved?

Unknown

2010-12-02T15:59:00.001-06:00

I believe that to truly Love, is the ultimate
expression of the will to live.

Unknown

2010-11-21T16:26:00.002-06:00

Love me now, love me never,
but if you love me, love me forever.

Unknown

2010-11-08T15:54:00.002-06:00

Faith makes all things possible.
Love makes them easy.

Unknown

2010-11-02T15:52:00.000-05:00

If love is the answer,
can you please repeat the question?

Unkown

2010-10-25T15:38:00.002-05:00

It breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy with someone else, but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.

Unkown

2010-10-15T20:00:00.001-05:00

Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman, but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man.

Unknown

2010-10-10T19:56:00.001-05:00

Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's called falling in love, because you don't force yourself to fall, you just fall.

John Patrick Shanley

2010-10-04T16:21:00.002-05:00

There are people that go after humanity, that tell you that the light in your heart is a weakness, don't believe it. Its an old tactic of cruel people to kill kindness in the name of virtue. There's nothing wrong with love.

C. Etheredge

2010-09-29T14:17:00.002-05:00

When you're gone, a part of myself is missing. Return to me. I need you to complete my life.

Bob Irwin

2010-09-24T14:12:00.003-05:00

Love is always having to say I’m sorry.

Nicolas Sparks

2010-09-08T12:39:00.002-05:00

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.

2010-09-08T11:44:00.000-05:00

Beginning again

C. Etheredge

2009-12-16T03:35:00.003-06:00

This is my heart.

Broken, no... I've been shattered, I am irreparable, what comes after this?

C. Etheredge

2009-12-11T11:34:00.002-06:00

When you break me, the scars remain.

Friedrich Nietzsche

2009-07-30T10:43:00.002-05:00

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

Anonymous

2009-07-24T15:57:00.002-05:00

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever.

Unknown

2009-07-16T14:07:00.002-05:00

You don’t marry someone you can live with - you marry the person who you cannot live without.

Steve Faber

2009-07-08T09:49:00.002-05:00

True love is your soul's recognition of its counterpoint in another.

Georgina Hammick

2009-06-29T19:18:00.002-05:00

Never to have known love, never to have given or received it, never to have experienced its joys or suffered its pains - this is probably the worst loss of all.

Maupassant

2009-06-24T14:35:00.002-05:00

It is a short word, but it contains all: it means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel it as we feel the warmth of the blood, we breathe it as we breath the air, we carry it in ourselves as we carry our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us. It is not a word; it is an inexpressible state indicated by four letters.

Gregory Potemkin

2009-06-17T23:41:00.002-05:00

As soon as I beheld you, I thought of you alone. Your lovely eyes captivated me, yet I trembled to say I loved. O heavens! The torture to love one whom I dare not declare it. One who can never be mine! Cruel Gods!

William Mons

2009-06-13T20:02:00.002-05:00

It is love which brings about my downfall There is a fire burns in my breast From which i know that I must die. I know the reason for my downfall: That I have loved Where I should only honor.

Sophia Dorothea of Hanover

2009-06-09T10:37:00.003-05:00

It is better to die than to live without being loved.

Philip Christoph count of Königsmark

2009-06-04T11:57:00.002-05:00

I hope that what I dreamt last night will not happen, for I had my head cut off... but my greatest worry was what had become of you. I did not fear death, but my greatest suffering was being deprived of news of you and not being able any longer to find out what had become of you. This sort of thing makes one realize how much one loves people.

Philip Christoph count of Königsmark

2009-05-26T10:25:00.002-05:00

I pray always that my passion may not become fatal to me. We are treading on dangerous ground but when people love as we love they do not consider trifles. And if one holds the loved one, what matters the cost? Were I to see the scaffold before my eyes I would not swerve.

Sophia Dorothea of Hanover

2009-05-22T20:12:00.002-05:00

Am I destined to sorrow all my life?
Shall I never be able to taste quietly the joys of being loved?

Philip Christoph count of Königsmark

2009-05-16T17:51:00.002-05:00

Alas! I love my own destruction
And nurse a fire within my breast
Which will soon consume me
I am well aware of my own perdition
Because I have dared to love
What I should have only worshiped

Ghandi

2009-05-09T14:22:00.002-05:00

Be the change you want to see in the world.

Mozart

2009-05-03T12:40:00.002-05:00

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.

Sir Phillip Sidney

2009-04-28T11:48:00.002-05:00

My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss
there never was a better bargin given
My true love hath my heart, and I have his
His heart in me keeps me and him in one
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides
He loves my heart, for once it was his own
I cherish his because in me it 'bides
My true love hath my heart, and I have his.

David Benioff Troy

2009-04-22T12:55:00.002-05:00

Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves. Will our names echo across the centuries, will strangers hear our names long after we're gone and wonder who we were how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved.

Eric Fromm

2009-04-15T13:22:00.000-05:00

Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.

Jaka

2009-04-10T11:04:00.002-05:00

It's so easy,
To think about Love,
To Talk about Love,
To wish for Love,
But it's not always easy,
To recognize Love,
Even when we hold it...
In our hands.

Shari Osborn

2009-04-04T13:17:00.002-05:00

Some how I thought I knew
some how I thought it was you,
some where I would lay my head
some where upon the mellow bed,
I did not understand I just could not see
why was this happening to me?
I quit the use trying
I laid on my bed crying
hoping for something to brighten my day
hoping some how you would stay.
I cannot understand
Why cannot I comprehend?
Is there something missing?
Don't you realize you said,
why do I wish this all could end?
The beautiful life I once called my own,
you were beside me but now I'm alone,
what has become of my life?
Why do I feel there is no light?
I once thought that I understood
I once thought I knew you well
but I guess I was wrong
I was never right, I thought I belonged
to this life, but I guess I did not hit the mark
I guess I thought I was too smart
now look, I am in the dirt
wondering why so bad it hurt.
But I still thought I would be better
I still thought we should still be
my once happy life has turned into clay
my once happy world has been taken away,
I thought I could stand on my own
willing to believe that I never could
have lost you, the way I did,
all the things I did not want came at last.
How could I be so ignorant you were pointing it out to me
I thought this was to always be.
I guess I was wrong and I fell on my face
but now I have learned that wanting what you want never pays.
The whole reason I felt like this
the whole life I thought would never end,
came crashing down but I could not see
I struggled to breathe but I could not breathe.
I finally found you were not for me
at least not for now.
You would be happy,
some where along the lines that kept me
some how I believed that everything
was perfect and nothing could go wrong
some how I thought the feelings towards me
you had, would always be shown.
I sit here wondering
I lie down thinking
if only I could take back
if only I could relive everything I wanted to
everything that hurt you,
if it was never so
if I was never alone,
but I so quickly forgot
the lesson that has been taught,
of many things I pushed for
but most where not for me at all.
Why did I try to forget?
why did I just pretend?
everything was happy and you were fine,
everything was better this time,
I slowly forgot about the truth
It was hidden in the lies I knew.
Nothing would have taken me away
nothing would make it ok,
I thought I could stand up again
and just make mend
of all the things I could never do alone
of all the things that made me fall down
of all the things I believed were possible in me,
without you? I could never be
without you I am empty
I am alone
I feel lost because you’re gone,
I still have the feelings for you
I still believe that love was true
but I know you are happier now
then you would have been
I am glad I let you go
even though it was so damn hard to do
I am trusting that I made the right decision
I know that even through the hard times
you are happier then you have been,
and I love you through thick and thin
I love you and I let you go
because I know now
you need to spread your wings and fly away
though its hard I'll be okay
because I know I no longer hurt you
I know this is where you belong
and I will be strong
because I know you want me to
and I am gratefully honored
of the times together
though sometimes I wish it could have been longer
but I know this is right
and I love you in spite
of all the hard feelings that we both had
of all the heart aches for the happy and for the sad
I want you to be happy the best way you can
I want you to be free from anything that holds you back.

Thomas Hope

2009-03-30T11:15:00.002-05:00

In The End

When I am old, all that I will remember of my life is you,
How beautiful you looked when we first christened our love,
How amazing you looked the night we first met,
How amazing you looked when we turned one hundred,
How much we laughed, how often I cried,
Don’t worry my love I was never sad not even for a moment.
I was from time to time jealous of my own being,
If I could pick another person to spend another moment with, it would be you,
There is no one more beautiful, no one simpler, and no one more complex,
When I look in the mirror I see you and then me.

Sometimes I spend hours looking for the words,
Hours lost in my dreams, unable to speak the words,
Unable to call out to you, frozen within my speechless thoughts,
For heaven does not name its angels so how could I name mine?
Should I think of my love as an angel or something more?
As there are pretty flowers and bright stars,
But aren’t pretty flowers just flowers and stars just light?
There are angels, preachers speak of them,
And who could speak of perfection, only perfection could speak truthfully of perfection.

There is something more then heaven in your smile,
A place unnamed in this world, a home that a dream can not hope to find,
Dreams are endless as is my love for you; beyond the end there is you,
I will die one day loving you just as I was born destined to love you,
My next words will speak of you as will my last words find peace in speaking your name,
I will die as every man will but I will die fulfilled, without regret or fear,
If heaven is more special then I will wish to visit with you often,
Death will not part us, eternity will comfort us and we will lie upon the earth together,
Young and restless, happy and beautiful, old and content,

When I am old, all that I will remember of my life is you,
All that will be worth remembering is our times together,
The laughter, the tears and the times in between,
This is life, our life; welcome to eternity it began the moment we met,
When I am thousand, all that I will remember of my life is you,
All that I will wish to remember is us,
All that will keep me remembering is you.

C. Etheredge

2009-03-26T13:22:00.002-05:00

Appearance is not very important. It can change as soon as you get to know someone. What could be considered an attractive person can become more and more repulsive if you don't like them. Whereas someone that is plain and you wouldn't normally give more than a passing glance, if you love them, they, for you, can be the most perfect thing you have even seen.

Tiffanie DeBartolo

2009-03-20T21:32:00.002-05:00

Unless it's mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it's a waste of your time.
There are too many mediocre things in life; love shouldn't be one of them.
-Dream for an Insomniac

Bill Naughton

2009-03-16T20:11:00.002-05:00

"When I look back on my little life, and all the women I've known I can't help but think about all that they have done for me, and how little I've done for them. How they looked after me, cared for me, and I repaid them by never returning the favor. I used to think I had the best set of the deal. What have I got? Really? Some money in my pocket. Some nice threads. Fancy car at my disposal. And I'm single, unattached, free as a bird, I don't depend on nobody, no one depends on me. My life's my own. But I don't have peace of mind. And if you don't have that, you've got nothing. So what's the answer? That is what I keep asking myself. What's it all about? You know what I mean?" Alfie

King Henri II of France to Diane de Poiters

2009-03-12T15:35:00.002-05:00

Alas, my lord, how much I rue
The time I lost in my youth
How often I wished
To have Diane as my only love
But I feared that such a goddess
Would not deign to stoop so low
To take notice of one, who
When denied her love
Had no pleasure, joy, or happiness
Until the day she granted him leave
To obey her commands
Once more a prince (oh my only princess)
My faith has no need of a fortress
A deep moat or fortified tower
For you are my lady, queen & mistress
For whom my love will be eternal

Umberto Eco

2009-03-08T13:53:00.002-05:00

How peaceful life would be without love
how safe, how tranquil, and how dull.
-The Name of the Rose

Socrates

2009-03-04T17:41:00.002-06:00

The hottest love has the coldest end.

C. Etheredge

2009-02-22T21:08:00.002-06:00

Oh to be able to express my life's beliefs by being able to sacrifice myself & truly love someone through anything, sickness, health & even death... God help me!

Unknown

2009-02-15T19:50:00.002-06:00

Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself.

Cristina W.

2009-02-11T11:38:00.002-06:00

Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you've never met.

Albert Einstein

2009-02-05T09:15:00.002-06:00

How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?

John Lennon

2009-01-31T10:07:00.002-06:00

We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.

George Elliot

2009-01-27T18:40:00.002-06:00

I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved.

D. H. Lawrence

2009-01-22T15:49:00.002-06:00

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Unknown

2009-01-17T13:54:00.002-06:00

Love is like playing the piano.
First you must learn to play by the rules,
then you must forget the rules and play from your heart.

Aristotle

2009-01-12T12:27:00.002-06:00

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Mother Teresa

2009-01-08T12:52:00.002-06:00

We can do no great things; only small things with great love.

Douglas Yates

2009-01-02T19:29:00.003-06:00

People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.

Mother Teresa

2008-12-20T20:33:00.002-06:00

There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread.

Voltaire

2008-12-15T13:30:00.002-06:00

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

Confucius

2008-12-10T09:33:00.002-06:00

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?

Herman Hesse

2008-12-05T20:50:00.002-06:00

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

Vanessa Williams

2008-11-29T12:00:00.002-06:00

You wondered how you'd make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you're looking for, is the one thing you can't see.

Anonymous

2008-11-25T18:19:00.001-06:00

The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.

Mark Twain

2008-11-17T10:54:00.002-06:00

Love: The irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Theodore M. Hesburgh

2008-11-12T22:05:00.002-06:00

The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.

Rabindranath Tagore

2008-11-08T12:38:00.002-06:00

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age forever.

Henry Ward Beecher

2008-11-01T07:11:00.002-05:00

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

Joan Crawford

2008-10-28T11:11:00.000-05:00

Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.

Kyle Schmidt

2008-10-19T12:31:00.000-05:00

I have said nothing because there is nothing I can say that would describe how I feel as perfectly as you deserve it.

Montaigne

2008-10-15T17:08:00.000-05:00

If I am pressed to say why I loved him, I feel it can only be explained by replying, "Because it was he; because it was me."

Leo Buscaglia

2008-10-10T22:36:00.004-05:00

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

Thomas Moore

2008-10-07T13:40:00.001-05:00

Came but for friendship, and took away love.

G. Moore

2008-09-29T12:52:00.001-05:00

Other men have seen angels, But I have seen thee, And thou art enough.

James Baldwin

2008-09-25T13:28:00.001-05:00

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is growing up.

Samuel Butler

2008-09-20T13:15:00.003-05:00

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have Lost at all.

Margaret Mitchell

2008-09-15T11:11:00.003-05:00

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

Kahlil Gibran

2008-09-02T14:38:00.002-05:00

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Jean Anouilh

2008-08-26T00:13:00.001-05:00

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

C. Etheredge

2008-08-18T14:12:00.002-05:00

Help me to not stop true love from reigning in this world.

Anonymous

2008-08-14T14:11:00.002-05:00

Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.

Otomo No Yakamochi

2008-08-05T14:06:00.002-05:00

Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.

Joan Primus

2008-07-26T21:33:00.001-05:00

With tears in my eyes, I am nodding, Yes, for you, my love, I would do anything.

C. Etheredge

2008-07-23T11:22:00.002-05:00

My life began with love, & so will it end it.

Rachel Russell to Arthur Sullivan

2008-07-10T22:34:00.002-05:00

Arthur Sullivan (1842-1900) English composer and conductor who collaborated with W.S. Gilbert in writing many of gland's most famous operettas. In the late 1860s, he carried on an affair with two daughters of a prominent navel architect. He was unofficially engaged to Rachel Russell, twenty-three, but courted her older sister, Louise. Rachel Russell broke off the engagement. Never married, Arthur's high living took its toll on his last years. Addicted to morphine, and an inveterate gambler.Arthur died at the age of fifty-eight without any of his close friends in attendance.

I do so fear I have given myself away to you too completely. I try and I think our love is ideal and perfect and that your letters are all my heart longs for, and that they satisfy its uttermost cravings and when I see others love -- I say to myself, mine is better, greater, purer, nobler -- and the voice I cannot silence rises within me and says -- "its false". If any other woman who love you can make you happier than I -- then darling do not fear to leave me.

Sarah Bernhardt to Jean Richepin

2008-07-02T08:51:00.005-05:00

Sarah Bernhardt (1844-1923) French actress. In 1882 she married jacques Damala, a Greek actor possessed of limited talent and an oversized ego, from whom she later separated. Among her lovers were the Belgian Prince de Ligne, the artist Gustave Dore, numerous actors, and the picaresque French poet, dramatist, and novelist Jean Richepin (1849-1926). This turbulent and torturous affair began shortly after her husband left to serve in the army in North Africa.

You came -- you breathed your powerful breath over me and other people, my hesitations, and my whys and wherefores all crumbled. I drank on your lips the truth of love and I trembled in your arms, feeling the real, mad sensation of bodily rapture, and I saw in your eyes the absolute superiority of your being. I kiss each of your hairs, gently I calm your adored body and my lips ask a hundred thousand pardons and beg that your lips be given back to me.

Simone de Beauvior to Nelson Algren

2008-06-29T16:04:00.002-05:00

Simone de Beauvior (1908-1986) French existential writer, novelist, and feminist. In 1947 she met American writer Nelson Algren (1909-1981), in Chicago during a trip to the US. Despite their cultural and philosophical differences, their transatlantic romance was torrid and enduring, lasting for more than seventeen years.

My beloved one, I don't know why I waited so long before saying I loved you. I just wanted to be sure and not to say easy, empty words. But it seems to me now love was there since the beginning. Anyways, now it is here, it is love and my heart aches. I am happy to be so bitterly unhappy because I know you are unhappy, too, and it is sweet to have a part of the same sadness. With you pleasure was love, and now pain is love too. We must know every kind of love. We'll know the joy of meeting again. I want it, I need it, I want it, and I'll get it. Wait for me. I wait for you. I love you more even than I said, more maybe than you know.

Katherine Mansfield to John Middleton Murry

2008-06-26T12:13:00.001-05:00

Katherine Mansfield (1888-1923) A short story writer, born in New Zealand. She wrote her first major work, Prelude in 1917. After a short and unsuccessful marriage to George Bowden, she married, in 1918, writer John Middleton Murry (1889-1957), she died in 1923 at the age of 35.

You are all about me -- I seem to breathe you - hear you -- hear you in me and of me. Last night, there was a moment before you got in bed. You stood, quite naked, bending forward a little -- talking. It was only for an instant. I saw you -- I loved you so -- loved your body with such tenderness - Ah my dear -- And I am not thinking now of "passion". No, of that other thing that makes me feel that every inch of you is so precious to me. Your soft shoulders -- your creamy warm skin, your ears, cold like shells are cold -- your long legs and your feet that I love to clasp with my feet -- the feeling of your belly -- & your thin young back -- Just below that bone that sticks out at the back of your neck you have a little mole. It is partly because we are young that I feel this tenderness -- I love your youth. And so perfect is my love for you that I am, as it were, still, silent to my very soul. I want nobody but you for my lover and my friend and to nobody but you shall I be faithful. I am yours forever.

Ludwig van Beethoven to the "Immortal Beloved"

2008-06-22T17:31:00.002-05:00

Ludwig van Beethoven (1770-1827). German composer, and is considered one of the titanic figures in the history of music. Never married, he nevertheless fell in love several times. On July 5, 1812 he returned to Teplitz and, over the course of the next two days composed one of the most remarkable love letters ever written. The letter was addressed to the unnamed " unsterbliche Geliebte", or immortal Beloved. This exceptional letter was found among Beethoven's personal effects after his death. It had never been sent. The Identity of its mysterious recipient has been a subject for entire books. Current research points to Antonie Brentano, an aristocratic Viennese lady he had known since 1810, who was married to a Frankfurt Businessman.

Can our love endure without sacrifices, without out demanding everything from one another; can you alter the fact that you are not wholly mine, that I am not wholly yours?
Be forever my faithful, my only sweetheart, my all, as I am yours.
Whatever must and shall be our fate -- yours faithful.
However much you love me -- my love for you is even greater.
Is not our love truly founded in Heaven - and what is more, as strongly cemented as the firmament of Heaven?
Even when I am in bed my thoughts rush to you, my immortal beloved, now and then joyfully , then again sadly, waiting to know whether fate will hear our prayer -- To face life I must lice altogether with you or never see you. Yes, I am resolved to be a wanderer abroad until I can fly to your arms and say that I have found my true home with you and enfolded in your arms let my soul be wafted to the realm of blessed spirits -- alas, unfortunately it must be so -- You will become composed, the more so as you know that I am faithful to you; no other woman can ever possess my heart -- never -- never-- Oh God, why must one be separated from her who is so dear. Yet my life in Vienna at present is a miserable life -- Your love has made me both the happiest and unhappiness of mortals -- At my age I now need stability and regularity in my life -- can this coexist with our relationship? Be calm; for only by calmly considering our lives can we achieve our purpose to live together -- be calm -- love me -- Today -- yesterday -- what tearful longing for you -- for you -- you -- my life -- my all -- all good wishes to you -- Oh, do continue to love me -- never misjudge your lover's most faithful heart.
Ever yours
Ever mine
Ever ours

Honoré de Balzac to Évelive Hanska

2008-06-19T22:18:00.002-05:00

Honoré de Balzac (1799-1850). French-born novelist. 1832: he received a fan letter from a married Polish noble woman, Countess Éveline Hanska. A correspondence ensued, and they met twice. The two promised to marry each other once her husband died. Their relationship endured for seven-teen years, and their correspondence, collected in the four-volume Letters to a Foreigner, is one of the greatest examples of epistolary love. Finally in March 1850, when he was already mortally ill, the two wed. Balzac died in Paris five month later.

My Beloved Angel
I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them. I can no longer think of nothing but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me. As for my heart, there you will always be -- very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. But my God, what is to become of me, if you have deprived me of my reason. This is a monomania which, this morning, terrifies me. I rise up every moment saying to myself, "Come, I am going there!" Then I sit down again, moved by the sense of my obligations. There is a frightful conflict.
This is not life. I have never before been like that. You have devoured everything. I whirl round in a delicious dream in which in one instant I live a thousand years. What a horrible situation! Overcome with love, feeling love in every pore, living only for love, and seeing oneself consumed by griefs, and caught in a thousand spiders' threads. O, my darling Eva, you did not know it, I picked up your card. It is there before me, and I talked to you as if you were there. I see you, as I did yesterday, beautiful, astonishingly beautiful. Yesterday, during the whole evening, I said to myself, "She is mine!" Ah! The angels are not as happy in paradise as I was yesterday!

Alfred Dreyfus to Lucie Dreyfus

2008-06-15T21:43:00.002-05:00

Alfred Dreyfus (1859-1935). A French-Jewish army officer, best remembered for his arrest for treason, which initiated a twelve-year controversy widely known as the Dreyfus Affair. While in prison, and just prior to his banishment to Devil's Island, he wrote his wife Lucie about his love for her. Finally, in 1906, the verdict was overturned, and all charges were dropped.

I am denied the right to see you. But I must trust in God's justice. In the end truth must prevail.
Crushed down in this sombre cell, alone with my reeling brain, I have had moments when I have been beside myself.
I embrace you a thousand times, as I love you, as I adore you.

John Rodgers to Minerva Denison

2008-06-10T11:49:00.002-05:00

John Rodgers (1773-1838). The highest ranking American navel officer during the War of 1812 and U.S. Secretary of the Navy in 1823. John's missives won Minerva Denison's heart and the two were married upon is return to America following the Tripolitan War.

The magnetic power of your charms have to this moment prevented my heart from varying a single second. I know no art in love as you may plainly discover by the diction of my scribbling, but the professions I have made were dictated by heart as honest, as proud, and honorable as that of any other being in existence, and if to possess such feelings be a crime, the errors are not mine but his who made us both. I feel my intellect so perfectly inadequate to an expression of the sensations I feel, that I am oblig'd with painful reluctance to drop the subject.

Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf

2008-06-06T21:52:00.002-05:00

Vita Sackville-West (1892-1962). English poet and novelist. Virginia Woolf (1882-1941). British novelist , essayist, critic, feminist, socialist, pacifist and one of the leaders in the modernist movement.

I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way.
I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is really just a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan't make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this-- But oh my dear, I can't be cleaver and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have broken down my defenses. And I don't really resent it.

Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald

2008-06-01T17:01:00.002-05:00

Zelda Fitzgerald (1900-1948) American novelist. The beautiful daughter of a well-to-do family from Montgomery, Alabama, Zelda was a free-spirited, rebellious girl when she met author F Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940) in July 1918. He noted in his journal that on September 7th he fell in love with Zelda, and the two were married in a small ceremony at New York St. Patrick's Cathedral in April 1920. A failed ballet dancer and artist, she had a modestly successful career as a novelist, her most famous work being, Save Me the Waltz (1932), which she wrote at Phillips Clinic in Baltimore, while recovering from her second mental breakdown. From the beginning, the two carried on an extremely unhealthy, yet enduring and intense love affair. Diagnosed as a schizophrenic, she died in a fire at the Highland Hospital Sanitarium where she had been admitted for depression.

I look down the tracks and see you coming-- and out of every haze and mist your darling rumpled trousers are hurrying to me-- Without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear of feel or think-- or live-- I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night. It's like begging for mercy of a storm or killing beauty or growing old, without you. I want to kiss you so-- and in the back where your dear hair starts and your chest -- I love you -- and I can't tell you how much-- to think that I'll die without you knowing -- You've got to try [to] feel how much I do-- how inanimate I am when you're gone-- I can't even hate these damnable people-- Nobody's got any right to live but us-- and they're dirtying up our world and I can't hate them because I love you so-- Come quick-- Come quick to me-- I could never do without you if you hated me and were covered with sores like a leper-- if you ran away with another woman and starved me and beat me-- I still would want you I know-- Lover, Lover, Darling-- Your wife