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Favorite Love excerpts by famous figures
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 [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3pOXFvAI-s"]YouTube- Sex and the City-Love Letters of great men-Beethoven[/ame] |
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. |
I Love this thread!!!
This is one of mine~ Jonny Depp from Don Juan De Marco
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQiRtJ6uumk"]YouTube- Don Juan DeMarco - Restaurant Scene[/ame] |
I love all the Sonnets but this one makes me warmer than others!
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 |
Pablo Neruda
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. |
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! |
"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 |
Two of my favorite movie love scenes:
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZD2CqNL4bF4"]YouTube- SENSE & SENSIBILITY || 'Then you are not married ?'[/ame] [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMo36SfyQhw"]YouTube- When Harry met Sally - Happy End[/ame] |
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. |
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: |
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7EI4kBr7BY"]YouTube- Book of love - Shall we dance[/ame]
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 |
I loved this Selenay. I'd never heard it before,so thank you for adding something new and beautiful to my life.
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Oh Selly............
That was pure loveliness....thank You so much.... |
one of my fave descriptions of love...
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 |
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 |
To a stranger by Walt Whitman
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. |
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 |
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 |
archetypes, fairytales...and why we persist in falling in love over & over...
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bk1mbPWLC0M"]YouTube- lecture scene[/ame]
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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. |
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