
“It's been so long since I made love, I can't even remember who gets tied up.”
Reported in The Quotable Quote Book (Carol Publishing Group, 1990), p. 258
Source: The Story of My Life (1903), Ch. 21
“It's been so long since I made love, I can't even remember who gets tied up.”
Reported in The Quotable Quote Book (Carol Publishing Group, 1990), p. 258
To Fanny Brawne (c. February 1820)
Letters (1817–1820)
Context: "If I should die," said I to myself, "I have left no immortal work behind me — nothing to make my friends proud of my memory — but I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, and if I had had time I would have made myself remembered."
Late in the Evening
Song lyrics, One-Trick Pony (1980)
"Letter of 1607", as cited by Eisenstein, Elizabeth L., 2012, The Printing Revolution in Early Modern Europe, Cambridge University Press, p. 218.
New Zealand captain and top batsman Kane Williamson, quoted on Indian Express, "England vs New Zealand: There’s plenty to learn from Virat Kohli and Joe Root, says Kane Williamson" http://indianexpress.com/article/sports/cricket/england-vs-new-zealand-theres-plenty-to-learn-from-virat-kohli-joe-root-says-kane-williamson/, March 31, 2016.
“I have consistently loved books that I've read when I've been sick in bed.”
Barbara Kantrowitz and Holly Peterson, "What I Learned: Whether they're running universities, political campaigns or major corporations, these 11 remarkable women have found their own ways of overcoming obstacles," Newsweek, October 15, 2007.
“I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.”
Source: Clockwork Prince
“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death”
Stanza 6
Poems (1820), Ode to a Nightingale
Source: The Complete Poems
Context: Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain —
To thy high requiem become a sod.