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  • #1
    William Shakespeare
    “These violent delights have violent ends
    And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
    Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
    Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
    And in the taste confounds the appetite.
    Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
    Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #2
    Lao Tzu
    “If you try to change it, you will ruin it. Try to hold it, and you will lose it.”
    Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

  • #3
    Ludwig van Beethoven
    “Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets, for it and knowledge can raise men to the divine.”
    Ludwig van Beethoven

  • #4
    Marcel Proust
    “We don't receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.”
    Marcel Proust

  • #5
    Confucius
    “Only the wisest and stupidest of men never change.”
    Confucius

  • #6
    William  James
    “A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices.”
    William James

  • #7
    Nisargadatta Maharaj
    “Wisdom is knowing I am nothing,
    Love is knowing I am everything,
    and between the two my life moves.”
    Nisargadatta Maharaj

  • #8
    Gautama Buddha
    “Conquer the angry one by not getting angry; conquer the wicked by goodness; conquer the stingy by generosity, and the liar by speaking the truth.

    [Verse 223]”
    Siddhārtha Gautama, The Dhammapada

  • #9
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #10
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #11
    Plato
    “Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
    Plato

  • #12
    I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
    “I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”
    Sarah Williams

  • #13
    E.E. Cummings
    “Unbeing dead isn't being alive.”
    E. E. Cummings

  • #14
    Robert Frost
    “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
    Robert Frost

  • #15
    Robert Frost
    “Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.
    From what I've tasted of desire,
    I hold with those who favor fire.
    But if it had to perish twice
    I think I know enough of hate
    To say that for destruction ice
    Is also great
    And would suffice.”
    Robert Frost

  • #16
    Pablo Neruda
    “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
    Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
    Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
    I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

    I hunger for your sleek laugh,
    your hands the color of a savage harvest,
    hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
    I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

    I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
    the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
    I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

    and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
    hunting for you, for your hot heart,
    Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #17
    Neil Gaiman
    “She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.

    She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.”
    Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

  • #18
    Let our scars fall in love.
    “Let our scars fall in love.”
    Galway Kinnell

  • #19
    William Shakespeare
    “I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.”
    William Shakespeare

  • #20
    William Shakespeare
    “Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments. Love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds,
    Or bends with the remover to remove.
    O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
    That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
    It is the star to every wand'ring barque,
    Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
    Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
    Within his bending sickle's compass come;
    Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
    But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
    If this be error and upon me proved,
    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”
    William Shakespeare, Great Sonnets

  • #21
    E.E. Cummings
    “Lovers alone wear sunlight.”
    E.E. Cummings

  • #22
    Pablo Neruda
    “Love.

    Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
    Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
    I have forgotten your face, I no longer
    Remember your hands; how did your lips
    Feel on mine?

    Because of you, I love the white statues
    Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
    Have neither voice nor sight.

    I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
    I have forgotten your eyes.

    Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
    My vague memory of you. I live with pain
    That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
    Make to me an irreperable harm.

    Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
    Vines on melancholy walls.

    I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
    Glimpse you in every window.

    Because of you, the heady perfumes of
    Summer pain me; because of you, I again
    Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
    Shooting stars, falling objects.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #23
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “I know you're tired but come, this is the way.”
    Jalalu'l-din Rumi

  • #24
    Emily Dickinson
    “If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?”
    Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters

  • #25
    Rainer Maria Rilke
    “Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other. ”
    Rainer Maria Rilke

  • #26
    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...”
    Lord Byron

  • #27
    William Shakespeare
    “Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet

  • #28
    Sara Teasdale
    “Stephen kissed me in the spring,
    Robin in the fall,
    But Colin only looked at me
    And never kissed at all.

    Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
    Robin’s lost in play,
    But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
    Haunts me night and day.”
    Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems

  • #29
    Pablo Neruda
    “I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
    Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

  • #30
    Pablo Neruda
    “Don't go far off, not even for a day,
    because I don't know how to say it - a day is long
    and I will be waiting for you, as in
    an empty station when the trains are
    parked off somewhere else, asleep.

    Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then
    the little drops of anguish will all run together,
    the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
    into me, choking my lost heart.

    Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve
    on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter
    into the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me for
    a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll
    have gone so far I'll wander mazily
    over all the earth, asking, will you
    come back? Will you leave me here, dying?”
    Pablo Neruda



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