love quotes

 

I would have written you, myself, if I could put down in words everything I want to say to you. A sea of ink would not be enough.

— Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

 

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

 

Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound

 

If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

 

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

 

In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

— Maya Angelou

 

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest.

— W H Auden, Stop All The Clocks

 

You don’t love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not.

— Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper

 

I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald

 

This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it.

Jeanette Winterson,  Written on the Body 

 

Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will always love you.

— Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms

 

The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

— Arundhati Roy, The God Of Small Things

 

If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.

— Michelle Hodkin, The Evolution of Mara Dyer

 

Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

— William Goldman, The Princess Bride

 

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope… I have loved none but you.

— Jane Austen, Persuasion

 

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. And therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind.

— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

 

The curves of your lips rewrite history.

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

 

To love or have loved, that is enough.

— Victor Hugo, Les Miserable

 

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

 

No measure of time with you will be long enough. But let’s start with forever.

— Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn

 

After all this time?
Always.

— J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

You shove yourself together with person after person, trying to make it fit – to make it fill the gap alongside your soul. And somehow, when you find that missing piece, you just know.

It isn’t magic. Everything isn’t suddenly and miraculously hunky-dory in your life. You still have problems, worries, real-life dramas, and tiffs behind closed doors.

Yet you know, with every fibre, every cell in your body, that they are the missing chunk of yourself that you lost so long ago. You’re comfortable from the get-go. You fit together like a really well-worn jumper, even if it is the kind with an over-sized snowman on the front. You just know

And you know this because after so long, you feel as though you can finally stop searching.

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair by Pablo Neruda

GENRE: Poetry | PAGES: 70

My rating: ★★★★

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair is an amazing collection of poetry. His words caress the senses; imagery so delicious and fulfilling you can not only see it but smell and taste and feel it… portraying journeys of love and likening them to the sea, the shore, the sun – a heady mixture of heat and dampness much like the beauty of physical love.

He takes nature’s finest and effortlessly portray love affairs.

‘…I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees…’

On the other hand…

‘…Love is so short, forgetting is so long…’

With a single sentence, he can summarise the anguish of lost love.

His single song of despair at the end of the collection is, by far, my personal favourite simply because he captures the essence of heartache in such a way it left me reeling.

 

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 Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

 

Drawn from the most intimate and personal associations, Pablo Neruda’s most beloved collection of poetry juxtaposes the exuberance of youthful passion with the desolation of grief, the sensuality of the body with the metaphorical nuances of nature. Pulitzer Prize-winning poet W. S. Merwin’s masterly translation faces the original Spanish text. This edition also features an insightful Introduction by Cristina Garcia. More than eighty years after its publication, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair stands as an essential collection that continues to inspire lovers and poets around the world.

sunflowers

  

The pain courses through me.
Fresh, intense,
Like the sharp edge of broken glass
taut against soft flesh.

I close my eyes and for a second,
You’re there—we’re there;
Together, happy, unknowing. 
The sunflowers you bought are still upright.

Smiling, like we are,
They sit in their vase.
Among us, a part of us—
a part of what we’ve made home.

Then—
another wave.
Reality, the ache.

And you’re gone.
We’re gone.

Not dead, but wilted;
Like your love for me.
Like those sunflowers.

May 2011