For Love Quotes
And medecine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love: these are what we stay alive for.
Self love is an oceanand your heart is a vessel. Make it full, and any excess will spill overinto the lives of the peopleyou hold dear. But you must come first.
Sometimes I think, I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.
I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping.
On I’ll pass, dragging my huge love behind me.On whatfeverish night, deliria-ridden, by what Goliaths was I begot – I, so bigand by no one needed?
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.
Well, now, if little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little.If suddenlyyou forget medo not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.
if youdon't want toend up insomeone else'spoem, then maybeyou shouldstarttreatingpeoplebetterfor achange.- an unapologetic poet.
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
Look deeper through the telescopeand do not be afraid when the starscollide towards the darkness, because sometimes the most beautifulthings begin in chaos.
I have no words — alas! — to tellThe loveliness of loving well!
¡Los suspiros son aire y van al aire!¡Las lágrimas son agua y van al mar!Dime, mujer, cuando el amor se olvida¿sabes tú adónde va?
I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything, at any time, and I am not your fault.
Know that we have met before and that we will meet again. I will find my way to you in the next life, and every life after that.
But now, you are twain, you are cloven apartFlesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart.
How can I find the words? Poets have taken them all and left me with nothing to say or do""Except to teach me for the first time what they meant.
July 4th fireworks exhale over the Hudson sadly.It is beautiful that they have to disappear.It's like the time you said I love you madly.That was an hour ago. It's been a fervent year.
Crystal ball and candle light, I want your dance tonight. Show me the power of love as we stand together in the middle of the night.
More or Less Love Poems #11:No babeWe'd neverSwing together butthe syncopationwould be something wild
How far away the stars seem, and how farIs our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!
Xs and OsLove is a gameof tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.
Language has not the power to speak what love inditesThe soul lies buried in the Ink that writes
The townspeople took the prince for deadWhen he never returned with the dragon’s headWhen with her, he stayedShe thought he’d be too afraidBut he loved her too much instead.
Love does not claim materialistic possession of any kind, it yields complete freedom.
I hid my love when young till ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper.
Know that I loved you and that I belonged to you. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.
One cannot make bargains for blissesOr catch them like fishes in netsAnd sometimes the things that life misses Help more than the things that it gets.
We are each what never leaves us, what we never seethe back ofis the self. But what loves usis at the back, as Eurydice wasescorting him outwithout his knowing.
in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.
Let your love flow where the beautiful things are and something beautiful will always come your way.
And in the end, she left a scarand I knew that washow she wanted tobe remembered.She wanted to leaveher mark in theworldwithout gettingher heart tooattached to it.
Straight between them ran the pathway, Never grew the grass upon it
as some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking.So it was when love slipped inside us.
we want it visible to showwhen even the most visible joy will reveal itselfonly when we have transformed it within.there’s nowhere, my love, the world can existexpect within.
In this quiet place on a quiet streetwhere no one ever finds usgently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain.--from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street
