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Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls...
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Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls...
Love is frayed by joy, like ones strength after a lond sleep, there is but the fight to preserve it.
When you really want love you will find it waiting for you.
Curse your eyes!
They have bewitched and divided me.
One half of me is yours, the other half is yours -
mine, I should have said - but if mine, then yours,
and so I'm all yours!
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night.
In the evening I propose myself to enjoy the rising of the sun and the next morning I don't move from my bed; during the day I intend to view the spectacle of the moonlight and then I remain in my room. I don't exactly know why I get up, why I go to bed. I am missing the yeast that keeps my life in ferment; the fascination that kept me awake during the deepest of nights has vanished, the enchantment of mornings that kept me awake has fled.
It's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one's dreams would have no meaning.
What angel wakes me from my
flowery bed?
I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note;
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe.
Nothing makes you so lovable, as when feeling loved.