It’s been an absolute lovefest here at Bookish Temptations this week. I’ve swooned, sighed, thudded, tingled, and maybe even cried just a little…good tears tho, and from all ur comments you did too.
A very heartfelt thank you and many hugs to all the authors who so graciously contributed to our first ever Valentines Week.
I’ve saved one last surprise for all of you…I asked each of the authors to send me their favorite love quote, poem or passage…so here u go…
Love… If you have it, you don’t need anything else…and if you don’t have it, it doesn’t matter much what else you have. –James M. Barrie
Sylvain Reynard: My favourite love poem is from the Song of Songs in the Old Testament, chapter 4:
How beautiful are you, my love, how beautiful are you! your eyes are doves’ eyes, besides what is hid within. Your hair is as flocks of goats, which come up from mount Galaad. 2 Your teeth as flocks of sheep, that are shorn, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.3 Your lips are as a scarlet lace: and your speech sweet. Your cheeks are as a piece of a pomegranate, besides that which lies hid within.4 Your neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men. 5 Your two breasts like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies. 6 Till the day break, and the shadows retire, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. 7 You are all fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in you. 8 Come from Libanus, my spouse, come from Libanus, come: you shall be crowned from the top of Amana, from the top of Sanir and Hermon, from the dens of the lions, from the mountains of the leopards. 9 You have wounded my heart …my spouse, you have wounded my heart with one of your eyes, and with one hair of your neck.
“You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.” – Sam Keen
“For twas not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. Twas not my lips you kissed, but my soul” ~Judy Garland 🙂
“Life has taught me that love does not consist of gazing at eachother but looking together in the same direction.”
Antoine de Saint Exupery
and here are some of ours…
i like my body
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new.
She Walks In Beauty – Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
by 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.
Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose. ~E.E. Cummings~
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter. ~T.S. Eliot~
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where
I love you simply, without problems or pride
I love you in this way because I don’t know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
Sense and Sensibility ~Jane Austen~
“Most true is it that ‘beauty is in the eye of the gazer.’ My master’s colorless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth,–all energy, decision, will,–were not beautiful, according to rule; but they were more than beautiful to me: they were full of an interest, an influence that quite mastered me,–that took my feelings from my own power and fettered them in his. I had not intended to love him: the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, green and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.” Jane Eyre ~Charlotte Brontë~
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. – Pablo Neruda, XVII sonnet
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday’s Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. – Elisabeth Barrett Browning I carry your heart I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear ;and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart – E.E. Cummings, “I carry your heart” Now go forth and write love letters to someone you care about...or go hug someone ;) Tamie Xo