„I - will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.“
— Marc Norman Screenwriter 1941
Source: Shakespeare in Love: A Screenplay
„I - will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.“
— Marc Norman Screenwriter 1941
Source: Shakespeare in Love: A Screenplay
— Percy Bysshe Shelley English Romantic poet 1792 - 1822
St. 8
Song: Rarely, Rarely, Comest Thou http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley/17889 (1821)
„I have loved another with all my heart, and for me that has always been enough.“
— Nicholas Sparks American writer and novelist 1965
— Pink (singer) American singer-songwriter 1979
True Love, featuring Lily Allen, written by Pink, Greg Kurstin and Lily Allen
Song lyrics, The Truth About Love (2012)
— Paulo Coelho, book By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
Source: By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
— E. Lockhart American writer of novels as E. Lockhart (mainly for teenage girls) and of picture books under real name Emily Jenkins 1967
Source: Fly on the Wall: How One Girl Saw Everything
— William Penn English real estate entrepreneur, philosopher, early Quaker and founder of the Province of Pennsylvania 1644 - 1718
554-556
Fruits of Solitude (1682), Part I
Context: Love is indeed Heaven upon Earth; since Heaven above would not be Heaven without it: For where there is not Love; there is Fear: But perfect Love casts out Fear. And yet we naturally fear most to offend what we most Love. What we Love, we'll Hear; what we Love, we'll Trust; and what we Love, we'll serve, ay, and suffer for too. If you love me says our Blessed Redeemer) keep my Commandments. Why? Why then he'll Love us; then we shall be his Friends; then he'll send us the Comforter; then whatsover we ask, we shall receive; and then where he is we shall be also, and that for ever. Behold the Fruits of Love; the Power, Vertue, Benefit and Beauty of Love! Love is above all; and when it prevails in us all, we shall all be Lovely, and in Love with God and one with another.
— Anna Akhmatova Russian modernist poet 1889 - 1966
Source: The Akhmatova Journals, Volume I: 1938-1941
— Henri Barbusse French novelist 1873 - 1935
The Inferno (1917), Ch. XIV
Context: I wanted to know the secret of life. I had seen men, groups, deeds, faces. In the twilight I had seen the tremulous eyes of beings as deep as wells. I had seen the mouth that said in a burst of glory, "I am more sensitive than others." I had seen the struggle to love and make one's self understood, the refusal of two persons in conversation to give themselves to each other, the coming together of two lovers, the lovers with an infectious smile, who are lovers in name only, who bury themselves in kisses, who press wound to wound to cure themselves, between whom there is really no attachment, and who, in spite of their ecstasy deriving light from shadow, are strangers as much as the sun and the moon are strangers. I had heard those who could find no crumb of peace except in the confession of their shameful misery, and I had seen faces pale and red-eyed from crying. I wanted to grasp it all at the same time. All the truths taken together make only one truth. I had had to wait until that day to learn this simple thing. It was this truth of truths which I needed.
Not because of my love of mankind. It is not true that we love mankind. No one ever has loved, does love, or will love mankind. It was for myself, solely for myself, that I sought to attain the full truth, which is above emotion, above peace, even above life, like a sort of death. I wanted to derive guidance from it, a faith. I wanted to use it for my own good.
„I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.“
— Alice Walker American author and activist 1944
Source: Revolutionary Petunias
— Julian of Norwich English theologian and anchoress 1342 - 1416
The Sixteenth Revelation, Chapter 86
— Suman Pokhrel Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator and artist 1967
<span class="plainlinks"> I shall bid no Farewell https://allpoetry.com/poem/11694634--I-shall-bid-no-Farewell-by-Suman-Pokhrel</span>
From Poetry
— Giacomo Casanova Italian adventurer and author from the Republic of Venice 1725 - 1798
Memoirs of J. Casanova de Seingalt (1894)