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Friendship is not a game to play : Friends is not a game to play, it is not a word to say, it doesn't start on March and end on May, it's tomorrow, yesterday, today, and everyday.
Moon said to me to leave your friend : Moon said to me, if your friend isn't messaging you why don't you leave your friend. I looked at moon and said does your sky ever leave you, when you don't shine.
Age appears to be best in some things : Age appears to be best in some things. Old wood best to burn. Old books best to read. Old rice best to eat and old friends best to keep.
God picked up a flower : God picked up a flower and dipped it in a dew, lovingly touched it which turned in to you, and the he gifted to me and said, this friends for you.
To live a life : To live a life i need heartbeat, to have heartbeat i need a heart, to have heart i need happiness, to have happiness i need a friend, and for a friend i need you always.
True friends are like morning :True friend are like mornings, you can't have them the whole day, but you can be sure, they will be there when you wake up tomorrow, next year and forever.
Make 1000's friends : It's not an achievement to make 1000's friends in a year, but an achievement is when you make a friend for 1000's years.
Six rules to be happy : Six rules to be happy, free you heart from hatred, free your mind from worries, live simply, expect less, give more & always have me as your friend.
Never abandon old friend : Never abandon old friend, They are hard to replace. Friendships is like wine, it gets better as it grows older. Just like us i get better you get older.
I can't afford a precious friend like you : God is so wise that he never created friends with price tags, cause if hi did, i can't afford a precious friend like you!!!
As long as we have memories : As long as we have memories, yesterday remains, as long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as we have friendship, each day is never a waste.
I will always value you deep within my heart : what you see as truth what you see as lies remember that true friendship never dies although we may change & drift apart, I will always value you deep within my heart!
If friends were flowers : If friends were flowers I would not pick you! I will let you grow in the garden & cultivate you with love and care so i can keep you as a friend for ever!!
Your validity of being my friend is going : Your validity of being my friend is going to be expired today, please recharge your friendship immediately by delivering 4-5 sweet & cool msg, so hurry!
Friendship is sweet when it's new : Friendship is sweet when it's new, sweeter when it's true, but sweetest when it's you. When god gave friends he tried to be fair! When I got you, I got more than my share!
Keeping a friend is as difficult : Keeping a friend is as difficult as losing one. You sacrifice a lot to keep them. I may not have sacrificed enough for you, but in my heart i swear I'm keeping you.
Touch your heart : A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.
The test of friendship : The test of friendship doesn't comes when you are together. It comes when you part ways & you realize that despite the distance, the friendship is still there.
Friendship isn't how you forget : Friendship isn't how you forget but how you for give, not how you listen but how you understand, not what you see but how you feel, and not how you let go but how you hold on !!
Friendship is a priceless gift : Friendship is a priceless gift that can't be bought or sold, but to have an understanding friend is far more worth than gold.
Without friend like you : Without friend like you, life is impossible. Without humor, life sex. Without courage, life is hard. Without love, life is hopeless.
You will always be my friend : This world, where everything seems uncertain, only one thing is definite. You'll always be my friend, beyond words, beyond time & beyond distance!
Meeting you was fate : Meeting you was fate becoming your friend was choice, but falling in love with you was completely out of my control.
We never lose true friends : I always thought loving some i was greatest feeling, but i realize that loving a friend is even better, we lose..... we love but we never lose true friends.
Your eyes are soft en tender : Your eyes are soft en tender, as sweet as they can be. There's one thing you must remember, you are the one for me!!
Do your feet never hurt : Do your feet never hurt?? you are wondering around my thoughts all day long.
Just make a wish : When the night comes, look at the sky. If you see a falling star, don't wonder why, just make a wish. trust me it will come true, cause i did it and i found you.
Painting is a feeling : Painting is a feeling, never spoil it. Face is a book, try to read it. Love is precious. Be ready to sacrifice for it & friendship is like a mirror never break it !!
A deep friend is like rainbow : A deep friend is like rainbow, when the perfect amount of happiness and tears r mixed, the result is a colorful bridge between to hearts.
Friendship is a language spoken : Friendship is a language spoken by heart.. not written on paper, not given by pledge... it is a promise renewed every time we keep in touch... take care....
Friendship is a silent gift of nature : Friendship is a silent gift of nature, More old .. more strong... more deep ... more clear... more close ... more warm .. less word ... more understanding .. from fun..
Is not only made for lover : Is not only made for lover. it's also for friends who love each other better than lovers!!
Few relation in earth never die : Few relation in earth never die, want to know what it is? read again . F - few R - relation I in E - earth N - never D - die.
What kind of person : What kind of person a friend is?
A Friend is a tissue, when you cant stop crying
A Friend is a shoulder when you feel like dying
A Friend always listens when you have something to say
A Friend is a week when you just need a day
A Friend is a crutch when you have a broken heart
A Friend is some glue when everything falls apart
A Friend is a sun when the rain just wont stop
A Friend is your mom when you run into a cop
A Friend is a phone call when you cant leave your home
A Friend is a hand when you feel all alone
A Friend is a wing if you want to fly
A Friend understands without knowing why
A Friend is an ear for a secret to tell
A Friend is an aspirin when your head hurts like hell
A Friend is a love that can never let go
A Friend is you, and i wanted you to know
Love your friends and don't hurt them.
Open your door : Open your door when you are alone, open your heart when you feel sad, but don't your hand when you need a friend, cause I'm already holding your hand forever.
Shadow : how do you think is important you or me it you cause your the body and i'm the shadow you lead i follow ill do anything just to be might.
Love : Love starts with eyes grows with a kiss & end with a tear but friendship starts with a smile grows with understanding & end with death.
Bridge of friendship : This is a bridge of friendship, when you are sad & lonely, cross it. I will wait on the other side. If you afraid just tell me, I will cross it for you!
No expiry date : Medicines and friendship cure our problem, only difference is that friendship don't have an expiry date.
Together : eyes are good friends, see together, weep together, close together. but when a beautiful girl comes, 1 eye starts blinking!!
Friends are like delicate flower, they dry not die... however i m cactus i will be always poking you so that you will remember me.
If you win the trust you win the game, and if you lose the trust you lose friendship.
True friendship : True friendship will see you through, believed in things you wanna do, feel happy when your dreams come true, and best of all, they don't judge you. They love you as you.
Friend : A friend is who forgives before you say sorry, understands you when you say i forget, waits forever when you say i min, stays wait you when you say leave me alone. When you are counting all your friends the oldest, the best And the new.
Friend is like a ring : A friend is like a ring, always close to your hand but as you get careless it slips out of your finger don't even let your true friend slip out of your life.
True friends are those, who care, without hesitation, who remember, without limitation, who forgive, without explanation, who trust, without communication
Friendship between us : Friendship between us is the same relation between a soul and its body. And here i'm your soul. Wherever you go i will be with you, whenever you get hurt i will feel the same, whatever you do i will help you in it.
Classic love
Darling, my darling. One line in haste to tell you that I love you more today than ever in my life before, that I never see beauty without thinking of you or scent happiness without thinking of you. You have fulfilled all my ambition, realized all my hopes, made all my dreams come true.
You have set a crown of roses on my youth and fortified me against the disaster of our days. Your courageous gaiety has inspired me with joy. Your tender faithfulness has been a rock of security and comfort. I have felt for you all kinds of love at once.
I have asked much of you and you have never failed me. You have intensified all colours, heightened all beauty, deepened all delight. I love you more than life, my beauty, my wonder.
Classic love
There would have been the making of an accomplished flirt in me, because my lucidity shows me each move of the game - but that, in the same instant, a reaction of contempt makes me sweep all the counters off the board and cry out: - "Take them all - I don't want to win - I want to lose everything to you!"
Classic love
Elizabeth Barrett Browning to Robert Browning
And now listen to me in turn.
You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you
came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.
Dear,
…Do you know, when you have told me to think of you, I have been feeling ashamed of thinking of you so much, of thinking of only you--which is too much, perhaps. Shall I tell you? It seems to me, to myself, that no man was ever before to any woman what you are to me--the fullness must be in proportion, you know, to the vacancy...and only I know what was behind--the long wilderness without the blossoming rose...and the capacity for happiness, like a black gaping hole, before this silver flooding. Is it wonderful that I should stand as in a dream, and disbelieve--not you--but my own fate?
Was ever any one taken suddenly from a lampless dungeon and placed upon the pinnacle of a mountain, without the head turning round and the heart turning faint, as mine do? And you love me more, you say? Shall I thank you or God? Both, indeed, and there is no possible return from me to either of you! I thank you as the unworthy may…and as we all thank God. How shall I ever prove what my heart is to you? How will you ever see it as I feel it?…
Classic love
Sweetheart,
Please, please don't be so depressed -- We'll be married soon, and then these lonesome nights will be over forever -- and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night -- Maybe you won't understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it's hardest to write -- and you always know when I make myself -- Just the ache of it all -- and I can't tell you. If we were together, you'd feel how strong it is -- you're so sweet when you're melancholy. I love your sad tenderness -- when I've hurt you -- That's one of the reasons I could never be sorry for our quarrels -- and they bothered you so -- Those dear, dear little fusses, when I always tried so hard to make you kiss and forget --
Scott -- there's nothing in all the world I want but you -- and your precious love -- All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence -- because you'd soon love me less -- and less -- and I'd do anything -- anything -- to keep your heart for my own -- I don't want to live -- I want to love first, and live incidentally -- Why don't you feel that I'm waiting -- I'll come to you, Lover, when you're ready -- Don't don't ever think of the things you can't give me -- You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all -- and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had --
How can you think deliberately of life without me -- If you should die -- O Darling -- darling Scott -- It'd be like going blind. I know I would, too, -- I'd have no purpose in life -- just a pretty -- decoration. Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered -- and I was delivered to you -- to be worn -- I want you to wear me, like a watch -- charm or a button hole boquet -- to the world. And then, when we're alone, I want to help -- to know that you can't do anything without me.
I'm glad you wrote Mamma. It was such a nice sincere letter -- and mine to St. Paul was very evasive and rambling. I've never, in all my life, been able to say anything to people older than me -- Somehow I just instinctively avoid personal things with them -- even my family. Kids are so much nicer.
Classic love
I am now going to ask you a favor which sounds quite crazy, and which I should regard as such, were I the one to receive the letter. It is also the very greatest test that even the kindest person could be put to. Well, this is it:
Write to me only once a week, so that your letter arrives on Sunday—for I cannot endure your daily letters, I am incapable of enduring them. For instance, I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough. But for this very reason I don’t want to know what you are wearing; it confuses me so much that I cannot deal with life; and that’s why I don’t want to know that you are fond of me. If I did, how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?...
Classic love
My dearest,
If tears, which you saw & know I am not apt to shed, if the agitation in which I parted from you, agitation which
you must have perceived through the whole of this most nervous nervous affair, did not commence till the moment
of leaving you approached, if all that I have said & done, & am still but too ready to say & do, have not
sufficiently proved what my real feelings are & must be ever towards you, my love, I have no other proof to offer.
God knows I wish you happy, & when I quit you, or rather when you from a sense of duty to your husband & mother
quit me, you shall acknowledge the truth of what I again promise & vow, that no other in word or deed shall ever
hold the place in my affection which is & shall be most sacred to you, till I am nothing.
I never knew till that moment, the madness of -- my dearest & most beloved friend -- I cannot express myself --
this is no time for words -- but I shall have a pride, a melancholy pleasure, in suffering what you yourself can
hardly conceive -- for you don not know me. -- I am now about to go out with a heavy heart, because -- my
appearing this Evening will stop any absurd story which the events of today might give rise to -- do you think
now that I am cold & stern, & artful -- will even others think so, will your mother even -- that mother to whom
we must indeed sacrifice much, more much more on my part, than she shall ever know or can imagine.
"Promises not to love you" ah Caroline it is past promising -- but shall attribute all concessions to the proper
motive -- & never cease to feel all that you have already witnessed -- & more than can ever be known but to my
own heart -- perhaps to yours -- May God protect forgive & bless you -- ever & even more than ever.
yr. most attached. P.S. -- These taunts which have driven you to this -- my dearest Caroline -- were it not for your mother & the
kindness of all your connections, is there anything on earth or heaven would have made me so happy as to have
made you mine long ago? & not less now than then, but more than ever at this time -- you know I would with
pleasure give up all here & all beyond the grave for you -- & in refraining from this -- must my motives be
misunderstood --? I care not who knows this -- what use is made of it -- it is you & to you only that they owe
yourself, I was and am yours, freely & most entirely, to obey, to honour, love --& fly with you when, where, &
how you yourself might & may determine.
Classic love
My dearest Teresa,
I have read this book in your garden;--my love, you were absent,
or else I could not have read it.
It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine.
You will not understand these English words, and others will not
understand them,--which is the reason I have not
scrawled them in Italian.
But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately
loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours,
he could only think of love.
In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in
yours--Amor mio--is comprised my existence here and hereafter.
I feel I exist here, and I feel I shall exist hereafter,--to what
purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a
woman, eighteen years of age, and two out of a convent.
I wish that you had staid there, with all my heart,--or, at least,
that I had never met you in your married state.
But all this is too late. I love you, and you love me,--at least,
you say so, and act as if you did so, which last is a great
consolation in all events.
But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you.
Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us,--but
they never will, unless you wish it.
Classic love
I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge yu 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 such transports... When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.
Classic love
Dear Anna,
Did I say that the humans might be filed in categories? Well, and if I did, let me qualify -- not all humans.
You elude me. I cannot place you, cannot grasp you.
I may boast that of nine out of ten, under given circumstances, I can forecast their action; that of nine out of
ten, by their word or action, I may feel the pulse of their hearts.
But of the tenth I despair. It is beyond me. You are that tenth.
Were ever two souls, with dumb lips, more incongruously matched! We may feel in common -- surely, we oftimes do
-- and when we do not feel in common, yet do we understand; and yet we have no common tongue.
Spoken words do not come to us. We are unintelligible. God must laugh at the mummery.
The one gleam of sanity through it all is that we are both large temperamentally, large enough to often understand.
True, we often understand but in vague glimmering ways, by dim perceptions, like ghosts, which, while we doubt,
haunt us with their truth. And still, I, for one, dare not believe; for you are that tenth which I may not
forecast. Am I unintelligible now? I do not know. I imagine so. I cannot find the common tongue.
Large temperamentally -- that is it. It is the one thing that brings us at all in touch. We have, flashed
through us, you and I, each a bit of universal, and so we draw together. And yet we are so different.
I smile at you when you grow enthusiastic? It is a forgivable smile -- nay, almost an envious smile. I have lived
twenty-five years of repression. I learned not to be enthusiastic. It is a hard lesson to forget.
I begin to forget, but it is so little. At the best, before I die, I cannot hope to forget all or most. I can
exult, now that I am learning, in little things, in other things; but of my things, and secret things doubly
mine, I cannot, I cannot.
Do I make myself intelligible?
Do you hear my voice?
I fear not.
There are poseurs. I am the most successful of them all.
Classic love
You bid me write short to you and I have much to say. You also bade me believe that it was a fancy which made me cherish an attachment for you. It cannot be a fancy since you have been for the last year the object upon which every solitary moment led me to muse.
I do not expect you to love me, I am not worthy of your love. I feel you are superior, yet much to my surprise, more to my happiness, you betrayed passions I had believed no longer alive in your bosom. Shall I also have to ruefully experience the want of happiness? Shall I reject it when it is offered? I may appear to you imprudent, vicious; my opinions detestable, my theory depraved; but one thing, at least, time shall show you: that I love gently and with affection, that I am incapable of anything approaching to the feeling of revenge or malice; I do assure you, your future will shall be mine, and everything you shall do or say, I shall not question.
Classic love
My dear Nora,
It has just struck me. I came in at half past eleven. Since then I have been sitting in an easy chair like a fool. I could do nothing. I hear nothing but your voice. I am like a fool hearing you call me 'Dear.' I offended two men today by leaving them coolly. I wanted to hear your voice, not theirs.
When I am with you I leave aside my contemptuous, suspicious nature. I wish I felt your head on my shoulder. I think I will go to bed.
I have been a half-hour writing this thing. Will you write something to me? I hope you will. How am I to sign myself? I won't sign anything at all, because I don't know what to sign myself.
Classic love
I cannot exist without you - I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again - my life seems to stop there - I see no further. You have absorb'd me.
I have a sensation at the present moment as though I were dissolving ....I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion - I have shudder'd at it - I shudder no more - I could be martyr'd for my religion - love is my religion - I could die for that - I could die for you. My creed is love and you are its only tenet - you have ravish'd me away by a power I cannot resist.
Sweetest Fanny,
You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time. You uttered a half complaint once that I only lov'd your Beauty. Have I nothing else then to love in you but that? Do not I see a heart naturally furnish'd with wings imprison itself with me? No ill prospect has been able to turn your thoughts a moment from me. This perhaps should be as much a subject of sorrow as joy - but I will not talk of that. Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me. My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses. The anxiety shown about our Love in your last note is an immense pleasure to me; however you must not suffer such speculations to molest you any more: not will I any more believe you can have the least pique against me. Brown is gone out -- but here is Mrs Wylie -- when she is gone I shall be awake for you. -- Remembrances to your Mother.
Classic love
If only I were a clever woman, I could describe to you my gorgeous bird, how you unite in yourself the beauties
of form, plumage, and song!
I would tell you that you are the greatest marvel of all ages, and I should only be speaking the simple truth.
But to put all this into suitable words, my superb one, I should require a voice far more harmonious than that
which is bestowed upon my species - for I am the humble owl that you mocked at only lately, therefore, it cannot be.
I will not tell you to what degree you are dazzling and to the birds of sweet song who, as you know, are none the
less beautiful and appreciative.
I am content to delegate to them the duty of watching, listening and admiring, while to myself I reserve the
right of loving; this may be less attractive to the ear, but it is sweeter far to the heart.
I love you, I love you. My Victor; I can not reiterate it too often; I can never express it as much as I feel it.
I recognise you in all the beauty that surrounds me in form, in colour, in perfume, in harmonious sound: all of
these mean you to me. You are superior to all. I see and admire - you are all!
You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms,
and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.
Classic love
My love for you tonight is so deep and tender that it seems to be outside myself as well. I am fast shut up like a little lake in the embrace of some big mountains. If you were to climb up the mountains, you would see me down below, deep and shining - and quite fathomless, my dear. You might drop your heart into me and you'd never hear it touch bottom.
I love you - I love you - Goodnight. Oh Bogey, what it is to love like this!
Classic love
First Quarter Mile
All right.
I may have lied to you and about you, and
made a few pronouncements a bit too sweeping,
perhaps, and possibly forgotten to tag the bases
here or there,
And damned your extravagance, and maligned your
tastes, and libeled your relatives, and slandered a
few of your friends,
O.K.,
Nevertheless, come back.
....
Because tonight you are in my hair and eyes,
And every street light that our taxi passes shows me
you again, still you,
And because tonight all other nights are black, all
other hours are cold and far away, and now, this
minute, the stars are very near and bright.
Come back. We will have a celebration to end all
celebration
s. We will invite the undertaker who lives beneath us,
and a couple of boys from the office, and some
other friends.
And Steinberg, who is off the wagon, and that insane
woman who lives upstairs, and a few reporters, if
anything should break.
Classic love
...and now, love, you with the warm heart and loving eyes, whose picture I kissed last night and whose lips I so often kiss in my dreams, whose love enriches me so bountifully with all pleasant memories and sweet anticipations, whose encircling arms shield me from so much evil and harm, whose caresses are so dear and so longed for awake and in slumber, making my heart beat faster, my flesh tremble and my brain giddy with delight, - whose feet I kiss and whose knees I embrace as a devotee kisses and embraces those of his idol, - my darling whose home is in my arms and whose resting place my bosom, who first came to them as a frightened bird but now loves to linger there till long after the midnight chimes have uttered their warning, - my life, with your generous soul, my heart's keeper and my true lover, - Good night: a good night and a fair one to thy sleeping eyes and wearied limb, the precursor of many bright, beautiful mornings when my kisses shall waken thee and my love shall greet thee.
Classic love
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 your 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.
Classic love
My Dearest,
I have not leisure to write much, but I could chide thee that in many of thy letters thou writest to me, that I should not be unmindful of thee and thy little ones. Truly, if I love thee not too well, I think I err not on the other hand much. Thou art dearer to me than any creature; let that suffice.
The Lord hath showed us an exceeding mercy: who can tell how great it is. My weak faith hath been upheld. I have been in my inward man marvellously supported; though I assure thee, I grow an old man, and feel infirmities of age marvellously stealing upon me. Would my corruptions did as fast decrease. Pray on my behalf in the latter respect. The particulars of our late success Harry Vane or Gil. Pickering will impart to thee. My love to all dear friends. I rest thine.
Classic love
Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett Browning
You will only expect a few words, what will those be?
When the heart is full it may run over, but the real
fullness stays within.
You asked me yesterday "if I should repent?"
Yes, my own Ba, I could with all the past were
to do over again, that in it I might somewhat
more, never so little more, conform in the outward
homage, to the inward feeling, What I have professed,
(for I have performed nothing) seems to fall short
of what my first love required even, and when I think
of this moment's love...I could repent, as I say.
Words can never tell you, however, form them,
transform them anyway, how perfectly dear you
are to me, perfectly dear to my heart and soul.
I look back, and in every one point, every word
and gesture, every letter, every silence, you have
been entirely perfect to me, I would not change
one word, one look.
My hope and aim are to preserve this love, not to
fall from it, for which I trust to God who procured
it for me, and doubtless can preserve it.
Enough now, my dearest, dearest, own Ba!
You have
given me the highest, completest proof of love that
ever one human being gave another.
I am all gratitude,
and all pride (under the proper feeling which ascribes
pride to the right source) all pride that my life has
been so crowned by you.
God bless you prays your very own R.
To Elizabeth Barrett Browning:
would I, if I could, supplant one of any of the affections that I know to have taken root in you - that great and
solemn one, for instance.
I feel that if I could get myself remade,as if turned to gold,
I WOULD not even then desire to become more than the mere setting to that diamond you must always wear.
The regard and esteem you now give me, in this letter,and which I press to my heart and bow my head upon, is all
I can take and all too embarrassing, using all my gratitude.
Classic love
Dear Madam,
The passion of love has need to be productive of much delight;
as where it takes thorough possession of the man, it almost unfits him for anything else.
The lover who is certain of an equal return of affection, is surely the happiest of men;
but he who is a prey to the horrors of anxiety and dreaded disappointment, is a being whose situation is by no means enviable.
Of this, my present experience gives me much proof.
To me, amusement seems impertinent, and business intrusion, while you alone engross every faculty of my mind.
May I request you to drop me a line, to inform me when I may wait upon you?
For pity's sake, do; and let me have it soon.
In the meantime allow me, in all the artless sincerity of truth, to assure you that I truly am,my dearest Madam, your ardent lover, and devoted humble servant.
Classic love
And when I have reasoned it all out, and set metes and bounds for your love that it may not pass, lo, a letter from Clara, and in one sweet, ardent, pure, Edenic page, her love overrides my boudaries as the sea sweeps over rocks and sands alike, crushes my barriers into dust out of which they were builded, over whelms me with its beauty, bewilders me with its sweetness, charms me with its purity, and loses me in its great shoreless immensity.
Classic love
My dearest,
When two souls, which have sought each other for, however long in the throng, have finally found each other ...a union, fiery and pure as they themselves are... begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.
This union is love, true love, ... a religion, which deifies the loved one, whose life comes from devotion and passion, and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights.
This is the love which you inspire in me... Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels; but perhaps it can only love another angel, in which case I must tremble with apprehension.
Yours forever,
Classic love
My Darling,
… you wrote some words very dear to me, about my having enriched your life. I cannot tell you what pleasure this gave me, because I always feel so overwhelmingly in your debt, if there can be accounts in love... What it has been to me to live all these years in your heart and companionship no phrases can convey.
Time passes swiftly, but is it not joyous to see how great and growing is the treasure we have gathered together, amid the storms and stresses of so many eventful and, to millions, tragic and terrible years?…
With tender love from your devoted,
Classic love
My noble, incomparable Edith,
I do not know how to express or analyze the conflicting emotions that have surged like a storm through my heart all night long. I only know that first and foremost in all my thoughts has been the glorious confirmation you gave me last night - without effort, unconsciously, as of course - of all I have ever thought of your mind and heart.
You have the greatest soul, the noblest nature, the sweetest, most loving heart I have ever known, and my love, my reverence, my admiration for you, you have increased in one evening as I should have thought only a lifetime of intimate, loving association could have increased them.
You are more wonderful and lovely in my eyes than you ever were before; and my pride and joy and gratitude that you should love me with such a perfect love are beyond all expression, except in some great poem which I cannot write.
Classic love
Sweetheart,
Please, please don't be so depressed--We'll be married soon, and then these lonesome nights will be over forever--and until we are, I am loving, loving every tiny minute of the day and night--
Maybe you won't understand this, but sometimes when I miss you most, it's hardest to write--and you always know
when I make myself--Just the ache of it all--and I can't tell you.
If we were together, you'd feel how strong it is--you're so sweet when you're melancholy. I love your sad tenderness--when I've hurt you--That's one of the reasons I could never be sorry for our quarrels--and they bothered you so-- Those dear, dear little fusses, when I always tried so hard to make you kiss and forget--
Scott--there's nothing in all the world I want but you--and your precious love--All the materials things are nothing.
I'd just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love me less--and less--and I'd do anything--anything--to keep your heart for my own--I don't want to live--I want to love first, and live incidentally...
Don't--don't ever think of the things you can't give me--You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all--and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had--
How can you think deliberately of life without me--If you should die--O Darling--darling Scott--It'd be like going blind...I'd have no purpose in life--just a pretty--decoration.
Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered--and I was delivered to you--to be worn--I want you to wear me, like a watch--charm or a button hole bouquet--to the world.
And then, when we're alone, I want to help--to know that you can't do anything without me...
All my heart--
I love you
Fruit of Love
Straberries - The Fruit of Love
As the old adage goes, the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Did you ever wonder, though, that when preparing a feast for a man, including strawberries in the menu is always a must?
Strawberries are often whimsically referred to as the fruit of love. The one obvious reason is the strawberry's heart-shaped form, its sweetness and its vivid red color. Because of this, a lot of love lore has been attached to the strawberry. In Roman times, it was considered the fruit associated with the goddess Venus and often made offerings of the fruit at her temples. In France, newlywed couples are, by tradition, served soup made from thinned sour cream, powdered sugar and strawberries for breakfast as soon as they emerge from their bridal chamber. There is also a legend that if someone eats half of a strawberry and feeds the other half to someone else of the opposite sex, these two people would fall in love with each other in no time.
If a girl loves a guy, probably one of the most obvious ways she could express her feelings is by feeding him strawberries. The simplest way of going about this is by serving him strawberries with whipped cream for dessert. An alternative to strawberries with cream is strawberries coated in chocolate, a double aphrodisiac, as chocolate is another food associated with love and passion. And then there is always the strawberry shortcake and the strawberry cream pie for those who are more endowed with kitchen skills.
How else can a girl seduce a guy using strawberries?
Men are said to be allured by the scent of strawberries, so maybe a girl could apply some strawberry-scented cologne or perfume on her skin before going out on a date. For a planned night of passion, spraying strawberry scent on the sheets will work in enhancing the romantic passion.
For a touch of naughtiness, a girl can entice the guy into engaging in a so-called strawberry kiss.
How is this done?
The girl cuts up a handful of strawberries and pops a large piece in her mouth – but without chewing or swallowing it. She then gets the guy to try to pry the strawberry from her mouth using his own mouth. Of course we know where that will lead to.
A girl does not have to be with someone to enjoy the sweetness of strawberries, though. In fact, whether she is attached to someone or not, she should try to eat as many strawberries as she can whenever the fruit is in season. Now why is that? Strawberries are rich in Vitamin C, and Vitamin C is proven to keep the heart healthy and the body’s immune system strong. A healthy heart and a strong immune system are ingredients to the recipe of a healthy body. The strawberry is also rich in folic acid, potassium and fiber, other nutrients that the body needs.
So, whether a girl is in love or seeking love, or is happy with loving herself, strawberries are definitely in order. Strawberries are truly the fruits of love.
Break Up
When Love Has Gone
It does not matter who called it quits first; ending a relationship, no matter how long or short it lasted, is always hard to do. Your mind will always go over every element that made up your relationship in the quest to find out exactly what went wrong between you and the guy you thought was Mr. Right and the process can be very painful, even if you were the one who said goodbye first.
The hurt that you may be feeling with regards the breakup can get even worse once you find that out that he who was once the man in your life has begun to see someone else. That would get you start questioning yourself as to why you have not yet moved on when he obviously has done so.
If this happens to you, you will need to deal with the reality that everything is finally over between the two of you, even if you are not exactly ready to move on. You do not necessarily have to find someone to replace him just yet; just do something that will help ease the blow of the news.
The first thing you need to do is to stop comparing yourself with your ex’s new squeeze. Stop asking yourself questions like “Is she prettier than me?” or “Does he love her more than he loved me?” or “What is she doing that makes him happy, a lot happier than I ever made him?” These questions will only make you go spiraling down in despair. Remember that whatever happened between you and your ex, you broke up because the two of you are not compatible enough to be able to bridge the gap created by whatever went wrong. The two of you are just not a good match.
Another thing you should do is to make sure that your paths will not cross with his and his new girl’s. If you have to change your daily routine, like the route you take when you drive to the office, then do not hesitate to do so. Do not ask your friends for any news about him, and tell them as well that you do not want to hear anything about whatever is going on with him at the moment. If he stays out of your sight, he gets out of your mind.
Even if you do manage to bump into him and his new girl, probably at a restaurant or at the mall, be polite and do not snub them. Smile and say hi, and then walk away. You do not need to feel embarrassed or to think you are pathetic, even if the sight of them fills you with humiliation. Being civil to them will make him think that you are doing okay and actually fill yourself with confidence.
Lastly, enjoy this time of being alone. More often than not, women in relationships tend to set aside some of the things they enjoy in order to make room for the man in their lives. Being alone is as great a time as any to reconnect with your interest and rediscover who you are. Take this time to spoil yourself and enjoy being just you and not as somebody else’s girl.
