Favorite Love excerpts by famous figures

[Bootboi]

This thread is inspired by a scene from the "Sex and the City" Movie. Where Carrie talks about her favorite love letters ever written.

Share your favorite love excerpt by a famous author, poet, etc...

One of my favorites is Ludwig van Beethoven writing to his Immortal Beloved.

Be calm, only by calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our
purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what
tearful longings for you - you - my life - my all - farewell.

Oh continue to love me - never misjudge me the most faithful heart of your
beloved.

Ever thine

Ever mine

Ever ours

YouTube- Sex and the City-Love Letters of great men-Beethoven

[Rook]

The entire scene works fine for Me...
But, since Im not gonna put the whole thing... Mebbe this one part...

ROMEO

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--

JULIET

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

ROMEO

What shall I swear by?

JULIET

Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.

ROMEO

If my heart's dear love--

JULIET

Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

ROMEO

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

JULIET

What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

ROMEO

The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

JULIET

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.

[Passionaria]

This is one of mine~ Jonny Depp from Don Juan De Marco
YouTube- Don Juan DeMarco - Restaurant Scene

[weatherboi]

Sonnet 57

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all spend,
Nor services to do till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of your absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are how happy you make those.

So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do nothing he thinks no ill.

William Shakespeare

[Selenay]

Soneto LXVI


No te quiero sino porque te quiero
y de quererte a no quererte llego
y de esperarte cuando no te espero
pasa mi corazón del frío al fuego.

Te quiero sólo porque a ti te quiero,
te odio sin fin, y odiándote te ruego,
y la medida de mi amor viajero
es no verte y amarte como un ciego.

Tal vez consumirá la luz de Enero,
su rayo cruel, mi corazón entero,
robándome la llave del sosiego.

En esta historia sólo yo me muero
y moriré de amor porque te quiero,
porque te quiero, amor, a sangre y fuego.


I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

[julieisafemme]

Emily Dickinson

Part Three: Love

XXV


WILD nights! Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile the winds 5
To a heart in port,—
Done with the compass,
Done with the chart.

Rowing in Eden!
Ah! the sea! 10
Might I but moor
To-night in thee!

[Rook]

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine

[always2late]

Two of my favorite movie love scenes:



YouTube- SENSE & SENSIBILITY || 'Then you are not married ?'

YouTube- When Harry met Sally - Happy End

[hippieflowergirl]

i have to agree with Always2Late. the scene from Sense and Sensibility is by far one of the best. the entire story is filled with moments that seem to make time slow and coalesce into the most beautiful moments. the movie also references one of the most amazing things that Shakespeare wrote:


Sonnet 116

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 wandering bark,
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.

[Diva]

I adore this thread.....and I have tried to find the scene from the near~end of "Pride & Prejudice" where Elizabeth is standing in a field at dawn and looks up to see Mr. Darcy walking toward her.

At one point, he says, "...I must tell you that I love....I love.....I love You....You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I never wish to be apart from you from this day."

I cry every time not only because the emotion is so raw, so passionate, but also because ~ selfishly ~ I am such a die-hard Piscean romantic, I would wish Someone speak to me like this one day....


:grandpiano:

[Selenay]

YouTube- Book of love - Shall we dance

The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything


The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything


The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know

[Galahad]

I loved this Selenay. I'd never heard it before,so thank you for adding something new and beautiful to my life.

[Diva]

Oh Selly............

That was pure loveliness....thank You so much....

[daisygrrl]

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

--Khalil Gibran, from The Prophet

[weatherboi]

Sonnet 109

O, never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love: if I have ranged,
Like him that travels I return again,
Just to the time, not with the time exchanged,
So that myself bring water for my stain.
Never believe, though in my nature reign'd
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so preposterously be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose; in it thou art my all.

WS

[Pixie]

Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)
I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

[weatherboi]

Sonnets to Sundry Notes of Music

V.

Live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yields.

There will we sit upon the rocks,
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, by whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee a bed of roses,
With a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me and be my love.

LOVE'S ANSWER.

If that the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.

WS

[weatherboi]

I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever precious - your heart, your soul.

Beauty one could get to know and fall in love with in one hour and cease to love it as speedily; but the soul one must learn to know.

Tolstoy

[daisygrrl]

YouTube- lecture scene

[violaine]

continuities
by walt whitman
(1819-1892)

:frog:

nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
no birth, identity, form--no object of the world.
nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
ample are time and space--ample the fields of Nature.
the body, sluggish, aged, cold--the embers left from earlier fires,
the light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
the sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
to frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
with grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.

[Lady Jewel]

Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.
Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.
Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.

Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.

Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.

~Rumi

[Lady Jewel]

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
But if your love and must needs have desires,
Let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook
That sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
And give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer
For the beloved in your heart
And a song of praise upon your lips.
~Khalil Gibran
:rose:

[Spirit Dancer]

Edgar Allan Poe
A dream within s dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

[Spirit Dancer]

I CELEBRATE myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my Soul;
I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass.

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes;
I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it;
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume—it has no taste of the distillation—it is odorless;
It is for my mouth forever—I am in love with it;
I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked;
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.



The smoke of my own breath;
Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine;
My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs;
The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore, and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn;
The sound of the belch’d words of my voice, words loos’d to the eddies of the wind;
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms;
The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag;
The delight alone, or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields and hill-sides;
The feeling of health, the full-noon trill, the song of me rising from bed and meeting the sun.

Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much?
Have you practis’d so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems;
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun—(there are millions of suns left)
You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books;
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me:
You shall listen to all sides, and filter them from yourself.

[Princess4u]

The entire scene works fine for Me...
But, since Im not gonna put the whole thing... Mebbe this one part...

ROMEO

Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--

JULIET

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

ROMEO

What shall I swear by?

JULIET

Do not swear at all;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.

ROMEO

If my heart's dear love--

JULIET

Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night:
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

ROMEO

O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

JULIET

What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

ROMEO

The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

JULIET

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
And yet I would it were to give again.



Yes! one of my all time favouites as well.... Rook, very fine choice!

[Princess4u]

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine



Again dear Rook....beautiful choice. I think if ppl lived by this, then there would fewer broken hearts and wounded souls in the world.

[violaine]

I love your dear eyes, my friend,
With their play so bright and wondrous,
When you promptly rise them, and,
Like with a lightning in the wildness,
Embrace at once the whole land.

But there's more fabulous attraction:
The eyes directed to the floor
During the crazy osculation,
And through the lashes, set before,
The dusk and gloomy flame of passion.


--Fyodor Tyutchev


translated :
[for bjork/anthony song]

I love your eyes, my dear
their splendid, sparkling fire
when suddenly you raise them so
to cast a swift embracing glance

like lightning flashing in the sky
but there's a charm that is greater still:
when my love's eyes are lowered
when all is fired by passions kiss

and through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire
and through the downcast lashes
I see the dull flame of desire

[Enchantress]

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I confess I find more ecstasy in passion than in prayer. Such passion is prayer.
I confess I pray still to feel the touch of my lover's lips. His hands upon me, his arms enfolding me...
Such surrender has been mine.
I confess I pray still to be filled and enflamed. To melt into the dream of us, beyond this troubled place, to where we are not even ourselves.
To know that always, this is mine.
If this had not been mine-if I had lived any other way-a child to her husband's will, my soul hardened from lack of touch and lack of love...
I confess such endless days and nights would be a punishment far greater than you could ever mete out.
You, all of you, you who hunger so for what I give yet cannot bear to see that kind of power in a woman.
You call God's greatest gift-ourselves, our yearning, our need to love-you call it filth and sin and heresy...
I repent there was no other way open to me.
I do not repent my life.

[firie]

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don't reach out, don't reach out)
Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster (don't reach out, don't reach out)
There there..
Why so green
And lonely
Heaven sent you To me
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen
We are accidents waiting

[Hack]

Prince Albert took a bullet for Queen Victoria, his wife. This is a scene from the recent movie based on their lives.

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[Fancy]

Maybe not so famous, but it means something to me.

Even in French....my heart still catches in my throat.

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The Lake House

[chefhottie25]

"Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life."
Lord Byron

[Isadora]

i carry your heart with me
by e. e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

[Enchantress]

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[Enchantress]

Such beauty and passion.

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Heathcliff:

Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing God or Satan could inflict would have parted us...

[Enchantress]

Dec. 29, 1795

I awake all filled with you. Your image and the intoxicating pleasures of last night, allow my senses no rest.

Sweet and matchless Josephine, how strangely you work upon my heart.

Are you angry with me? Are you unhappy? Are you upset?

My soul is broken with grief and my love for you forbids repose. But how can I rest any more, when I yield to the feeling that masters my inmost self, when I quaff from your lips and from your heart a scorching flame?

Yes! One night has taught me how far your portrait falls short of yourself!

You start at midday: in three hours I shall see you again.

Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire

[Kätzchen]

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Allie- "Why didn't you write to me? WHY? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you for seven years, but now it's too late!"

Noah- "I wrote you 365 letters - I wrote you everyday for a year."

Allie- "You wrote to me?"

Noah- "Yes... it wasn't over, it still isn't over"

(Noah kisses Allie in the rain)

[Canela]

To Josephine Bonaparte--

A few days ago I thought I loved you; but since I last saw you I feel I love you a thousand times more.
All the time I have known you I adore you more each day;
that just shows how wrong was La Bruyere's maxim that love comes all at once.
Everything in nature has its own life and different stages of growth.
I beg you, let me see some of your faults:
be less beautiful, less graceful, lees kind, less good...

--Napolean Bonaparte (1769-1821)




Editted to add: What a wonderful thread!

[Canela]

To Sarah Helen Whitman:

Yes, I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams--that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit.
Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight, half of anxiety...
For years your name never passed my lips, while my soul drank in, with a delirious thirst, all that was uttered in my presence respecting you.

--Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849)

[Canela]

About Elinor Frost;

She has been the unspoken half of everything I ever wrote, and both halves of many a thing...

--Robert Frost (1874-1963)

[Fancy]

i carry your heart with me
by e. e. cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)


I loved this piece before, but especially loved this poem after it was mentioned in the movie In Her Shoes.

[Fancy]

Not so famous, but a favorite:

Clementine:This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.
Joel:I know.
Clementine:What do we do?
Joel:Enjoy it.


-Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

[SuperFemme]

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