Love & Consequences
happy valentine's day, everybody...
Love is a relationship with no charges of activation, free incoming, free outgoing, free roaming and 100% talktime. Where ever you go, my network will follow.
~Unknown, from Love SMS
And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true
It never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: "I love you"
("I love you, I love you,...")
~ Frank Sinatra, Something Stupid
A kiss, when all is said,- what is it?
An oath that's ratified,- a sealed promise,
A heart's avowal claiming confirmation,-
A rose-dot on the 'i' of 'adoration,'-
A secret that to mouth, not ear, is whispered,-
Brush of a bee's wing, that makes time eternal,-
Communion perfumed like the spring's wild flowers,-
The heart's relieving in the heart's outbreathing,
When to the lips the soul's flood rises, brimming!
~ Cyrano de Bergerac, Scene 3.IX
Marie: That's sweet.
Dan: How is that sweet?
Marie: To be that certain, to feel that much love.
Dan: Love isn't a feeling...
Marie: No?
Dan: It's an ability.
Marie: [pause] Well, if that's true, then you have one gifted daughter.
~ Dan In Real Life
i know u will say i am qute and fine but like the all other 15 girls u also should wait in line
~ unknown
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight,
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight:
In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd,
While altars blaze, and angels tremble round...
...No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.
~ Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard (see note below)
"You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine."
~ Yvain, from Stardust
"Love is not blind — it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less."
~ Julins Gordon
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."
~ Anais Nin
Thou, O nymph, the while,
Prophetic of the god’s unpitying guile,
In tender scenes by love-sick fancy wrought,
By fear oft shifted, as by fancy brought,
In sweet Mondego’s ever-verdant bowers,
Languish’d away the slow and lonely hours:
While now, as terror wak’d thy boding fears,
The conscious stream receiv’d thy pearly tears;
And now, as hope reviv’d the brighter flame,
Each echo sigh’d thy princely lover’s name.
Nor less could absence from thy prince remove
The dear remembrance of his distant love:
Thy looks, thy smiles, before him ever glow,
And o’er his melting heart endearing flow:
By night his slumbers bring thee to his arms,
By day his thoughts still wander o’er thy charms:
By night, by day, each thought thy loves employ,
Each thought the memory, or the hope, of joy.
Though fairest princely dames invok’d his love,
No princely dame his constant faith could move:
For thee, alone, his constant passion burn’d,
For thee the proffer’d royal maids he scorn’d.
~ The story of Inez de Castro (see note below)
Luis de Camões, Os Luciadas, Canto III, 1572AD (from The Lusiads, Book III, translated by William Julius Mickel, 1776AD)
"The heart has reasons that reason does not understand."
~ Jacques Benigne Bossuel
notes:
1) Heloise and Abelard is a true story, set in mid 12th century France, of love doomed to a tragic end. Abelard was the girl's live-in tutor, 20 years her senior, and the romance so enraged her disapproving uncle that he had Abelard castrated shortly after they were discovered. Distraught, the lovers entered the monastery and wrote a set of now-famous letters to each other until their death, though they never met again.
2) Ines de Castro was a lady-in-waiting for Princess Constance of Portugal in 1340 and quickly stole the heart of Prince Pedro, the heir to the Portuguese throne. When Constance died in 1349, Pedro tried to make Ines his lawful queen - they already had three children together - but his father the king intervened: banishing Ines, and ultimately having her murdered when geographical distance couldn't keep Pedro away. The act sparked a civil war between father and son and, when the latter claimed victory, Pedro exhumed his lover, built her a royal tomb, and had all of Portugal swear allegiance to Ines as their queen.
Love is a relationship with no charges of activation, free incoming, free outgoing, free roaming and 100% talktime. Where ever you go, my network will follow.
~Unknown, from Love SMS
And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true
It never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say
To make the meaning come through
But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late
And I'm alone with you
The time is right
Your perfume fills my head
The stars get red
And oh the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid
Like: "I love you"
("I love you, I love you,...")
~ Frank Sinatra, Something Stupid
A kiss, when all is said,- what is it?
An oath that's ratified,- a sealed promise,
A heart's avowal claiming confirmation,-
A rose-dot on the 'i' of 'adoration,'-
A secret that to mouth, not ear, is whispered,-
Brush of a bee's wing, that makes time eternal,-
Communion perfumed like the spring's wild flowers,-
The heart's relieving in the heart's outbreathing,
When to the lips the soul's flood rises, brimming!
~ Cyrano de Bergerac, Scene 3.IX
Marie: That's sweet.
Dan: How is that sweet?
Marie: To be that certain, to feel that much love.
Dan: Love isn't a feeling...
Marie: No?
Dan: It's an ability.
Marie: [pause] Well, if that's true, then you have one gifted daughter.
~ Dan In Real Life
i know u will say i am qute and fine but like the all other 15 girls u also should wait in line
~ unknown
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight,
Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight:
In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd,
While altars blaze, and angels tremble round...
...No, fly me, fly me, far as pole from pole;
Rise Alps between us! and whole oceans roll!
Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,
Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee.
~ Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard (see note below)
"You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine."
~ Yvain, from Stardust
"Love is not blind — it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less."
~ Julins Gordon
"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."
~ Anais Nin
Thou, O nymph, the while,
Prophetic of the god’s unpitying guile,
In tender scenes by love-sick fancy wrought,
By fear oft shifted, as by fancy brought,
In sweet Mondego’s ever-verdant bowers,
Languish’d away the slow and lonely hours:
While now, as terror wak’d thy boding fears,
The conscious stream receiv’d thy pearly tears;
And now, as hope reviv’d the brighter flame,
Each echo sigh’d thy princely lover’s name.
Nor less could absence from thy prince remove
The dear remembrance of his distant love:
Thy looks, thy smiles, before him ever glow,
And o’er his melting heart endearing flow:
By night his slumbers bring thee to his arms,
By day his thoughts still wander o’er thy charms:
By night, by day, each thought thy loves employ,
Each thought the memory, or the hope, of joy.
Though fairest princely dames invok’d his love,
No princely dame his constant faith could move:
For thee, alone, his constant passion burn’d,
For thee the proffer’d royal maids he scorn’d.
~ The story of Inez de Castro (see note below)
Luis de Camões, Os Luciadas, Canto III, 1572AD (from The Lusiads, Book III, translated by William Julius Mickel, 1776AD)
"The heart has reasons that reason does not understand."
~ Jacques Benigne Bossuel
notes:
1) Heloise and Abelard is a true story, set in mid 12th century France, of love doomed to a tragic end. Abelard was the girl's live-in tutor, 20 years her senior, and the romance so enraged her disapproving uncle that he had Abelard castrated shortly after they were discovered. Distraught, the lovers entered the monastery and wrote a set of now-famous letters to each other until their death, though they never met again.
2) Ines de Castro was a lady-in-waiting for Princess Constance of Portugal in 1340 and quickly stole the heart of Prince Pedro, the heir to the Portuguese throne. When Constance died in 1349, Pedro tried to make Ines his lawful queen - they already had three children together - but his father the king intervened: banishing Ines, and ultimately having her murdered when geographical distance couldn't keep Pedro away. The act sparked a civil war between father and son and, when the latter claimed victory, Pedro exhumed his lover, built her a royal tomb, and had all of Portugal swear allegiance to Ines as their queen.
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