Why does one love? How queer it is to see only one being in the world, to have only one thought in one’s mind, only one desire in the heart, and only one name on the lips–a name which comes up continually, rising, like the water in a spring, from the depths of the soul to the lips, a name which one repeats over and over again, which one whispers ceaselessly, everywhere, like a prayer. Guy de Maupassant
Love is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go away are things so rare, so sweet, so precious that they must never be despised. Guy de Maupassant,Miss Harriet
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And, oh, how blessed is it thus to meet! To feel that vanished years have not estranged us, distance has not diminished love, that we are to each other even as we parted; to feel again the fond kiss, to hear once more the accents of a voice which to us has been for years so still,–a voice that brings with it the gush of memory! Past days flit before us; feelings, thoughts, hope, we deemed were dead, all rise again, and summoned by that secret witchery, the well-remembered though long silent voice.
Let years, long, lingering, saddening years drag on their chain, let youth have given place to manhood, manhood to age, still will it be the same–the voice we once have loved, and deemed to us forever still–oh, time, and grief, and blighted hope will be forgotten, and youth, in its undimmed and joyous beauty, its glow of generous feelings, its bright anticipations, all, all again be ours. Grace Aguilar ,The Mother’s Recompense
Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me … I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive. I should not shrink from you with disgust : in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me. Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Love Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And in Life’s noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart’s Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ; And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart Thro’ all my Being, thro’ my pulse’s beat ; You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light, Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake. And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.
The Rubáiyát(Quatrains) of Omar Khayyam(Excerpt) The Persian astronomer,mathematician & poet Omar Khayyam (1048-1131)
Translated by Hans van Rossum based on the French translation by Franz Toussaint. (The original in persian language)
Everyone knows that I never mumbled prayers. Everyone also knows I never tried to hide my faults. I don’t know whether a higher Judge and a higher Kindness exist – but still, I am full of confidence as I have always been true to myself. Which is of most value? To enter a tavern questioning your conscience,or to postrate In a mosque with a blasted soul? I do not concern myself with wondering if I have a master and what he will decide of me in the day of judgement.
Look with compassion at the heavy drinkers. Know, that you too have your weaknesses. If you want to live in peace and clarity, then look at the poor and the handicapped carrying the burden of their misery, and see how fortunate you are!
Live in such way, that your righteousness and knowledge does not trouble others. Be calm and master of yourself. Don’t allow yourself to be aggressive. If you truly want to live in peace, smile at your Fate.
How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon?
This earthen bowl may have been made from the ashes of a man in love, suffering under the indifference of a woman. The ear of the bowl? It was his arm around the neck of his beloved.
Look at this infinite season of hope, of souls impatient to wake up, of our search for a lonely place rich with scents. Is each flower the fragrant hand of Moses, each breeze the breath of Jesus?
Man cannot confidently go his own way if he has not eaten of the fruits of truth. Once Truth is glimpsed within the labyrinth of knowledge, one knows that the days that have passed and the days that are still to come do not differ from the disappointing first day after Creation.
Beyond the earth, beyond the farthest skies I try to find Heaven and Hell. Then I hear a solemn voice that says: “Heaven and hell are inside.”
Let’s assume that you have finally solved the riddle of the creation – what’s your fate? Let’s assume that you found the deepest layers of truth – what will be your fate? Let’s assume that you have lived a hundred happy years and that you will live another hundred – what will be your fate?
The most outstanding scholars of history were walking in the darkness of ignorance. And still, they were considered the torchbearers of their age. What did they do? They left us some confused thoughts and passed away.
My heart asked me: “I want to know, to understand. Teach me, Khayyam, you that have worked so hard.” And I replied by saying: “A.” And then my heart said: “Now I know; the A is the first letter of an infinite number of words.”
There are too many tears in my eyes! The fires of Hell are no more than sparks of fire as compared to the flames that consume me inside. Paradise? For me it means a moment of peace.
Old world, where the horses of Day and Night are galloping through, you are like the old palaces where kings dreamt of fame and of compassion, and woke up crying.
The southern wind has withered the rose for which the nightingale sang its song. Should we grieve for that rose or for ourselves? When death has already paled our cheeks other roses will be flowering.
Millions of centuries Have seen dawn, have seen twilight. Millions of centuries stars have passed through the sky. Walk the earth cautiously. That lump of soil you almost trampled down may have been the eye of a child needing help.
Who knows whether this daffodil, softly moving on the side of the brook, touches with its roots the lips of a perished woman. Let your feet touch the grass lightly. Remind yourself that that grass grows off the dust of so many faces shining like tulips.
Listen to what your common sense tells you all day: “Life is short. You have nothing in commom with plants that will grow again after being pruned.”
The old palace of Bahram is now a refuge for gazelles. Lions roam where musicians played their songs. Bahram, who once caught wild donkeys, now sleeps under that hill where wild donkeys graze.
I am not afraid of death. I prefer that inevitable event to the other, forced upon me at the moment I was born. For what is life? A posession entrusted to me without my say, and which I will, time come, give back indifferently.
I received the blow I expected. My love left me. While she still loved me it was easy to look down on the importance of her love and to praise the renouncing of all possessions. But let this thought comfort me: I was alone, even while she still loved me.
When your soul and mine have left our bodies and we are burried alongside each other, a Potter may one day mould the dust of both of us into the same clay.
Friend, don’t plan for tomorrow. Do you even know whether you can finish the sentence you’ve just started? Tomorrow we may be far away from this caravan and may already have joined those that died 7000 years ago.
It’s long since my childhood joined all things dead. Springtime of my life, you are now where all past springs have gone. O, my childhood, you passed by and I didn’t even notice. Your departure was as gradual as the passing of spring – a litle bit each day.
Listen to this great secret: When the first daybreak brought light upon earth, Adam had no more power than to give names to what already was there: night,death.
Before you can caress a face as beautiful as a rose, how many thorns you must extract from your flesh? Look at this comb.It once was a piece of wood.What agony it suffered when it was cut from its tree.But now it is in full contact with the sweet-smelling hair of a young woman.
The dome-shaped sky under which we wander; I compare it with a magic lantern, whose lamb is the sun and whose screen is the world on which our images are moving.
A rose said: “I am the most beautiful creation on earth. Would a perfume maker dare picking me?” Then a nightingale sang: “One day of happyness is followed by a year of tears.”
Each morning the rose overshadows tulip, hyacinth and violet with its bright colour.But then the sun rises and whithers this radiant competitor.Each new morning my heart feel heavier again,but your glance makes me forget my sorrows.
How frail is humanity! How inevitable our fate! We make promises we don’t keep and our failures leave us indifferent. Myself, I often act like I am intoxicated. But my excuse is that I am drunk with love.
Dervish, take off that bright nice-coloured garb, of which you are so proud, and which you didn’t possess at the time of your birth. Dress yourself instead in the cloth of the poor. Passers-by may not greet you, but you will hear the angels sing in your heart.
To a wise man sorrow and joy are inseparable, as are good and bad. Everything that has a beginning must have an end. Therefore, do ask yourself whether you have reason to be happy about the good things that come your way or to grieve over your unexpected trials.
When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.
Valentine’s Day, Feb. 14, can be a day of love or dread because of its emphasis on roses, chocolate, candlelight and expensive dates. However, it can also simply be about taking special care to show your love and appreciation for the people who are special to you. Many great religious thinkers and spiritual texts have offered thoughts on the power of love In the name of deepening the meaning of this day,I compiled some of the most loving wisdom.
Love is a consistent passion to give, not a meek persistent hope to receive.The only demand of life is the privilege to love all. Swami Chinmayananda
Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained. C.S. Lewis
We cannot love unless we have accepted forgiveness,and the deeper our experience of forgiveness is,the greater is our love. Paul Tillich
Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame. Song of Solomon 8:6 (NIV)
Entreat me not to leave you, or to turn back from following you; For wherever you go, I will go; And wherever you lodge,I will lodge; Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, and there will I be buried. The LORD do so to me, and more also, if anything but death parts you and me. Ruth 1:16-17 (NKJV)
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails… 1 Corinthians 13:4-8a (NIV)
A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed. Rumi
Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,for learning what men have done and tried to do. Rumi
Our union is like this:
You feel cold so I reach for a blanket to cover our shivering feet.
A hunger comes into your body so I run to my garden and start digging potatoes.
You asked for a few words of comfort and guidance and I quickly kneel by your side offering you a whole book as a gift.
You ache with loneliness one night so much you weep, and I say
here is a rope, tie it around me, Hafiz will be your companion for life. Hafiz
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots. Nathaniel Hawthorne
Look in; and learn the wrong, and right, From your own soul’s unwritten laws. And when you question, or demur, Let Love be your Interpreter. Ella wheeler Wilcox
Parting and forgetting! What faithful heart can do these? Our great thoughts, our great affections, the Truths of our life, never leave us. Surely, they cannot separate from our consciousness; shall follow it whithersoever that shall go; and are of their nature divine and immortal. William Makepeace Thackeray
For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love. Carl Sagan
<bA part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve. Joseph Joubert
The giving of love is an education in itself. Eleanor Roosevelt
When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before. Blaise Pascal
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire. François de La Rochefoucauld
The three hardest tasks in the world are neither physical feats nor intellectual achievements, but moral acts: 1) To return love for hate; 2) To include the excluded; and 3) To say ‘I was wrong.’ Ernst Heinrich Haeckel
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