ΕπιθυμίεÏ‚Σαν σώματα ωÏαία νεκÏών που δεν εγÎÏασανκαι τάκλεισαν, με δάκÏυα, σε μαυσωλείο λαμπÏÏŒ, με Ïόδα στο κεφάλι και στα πόδια γιασεμιά --Îτσ' η επιθυμίεÏ‚ μοιάζουν που επÎÏασανχωÏίÏ‚ να εκπληÏωθοÏν· χωÏίÏ‚ ν' αξιωθεί καμιάτηÏ‚ ηδονήÏ‚ μια νÏχτα, ή Îνα Ï€ÏωϊτηÏ‚ φεγγεÏÏŒ."Desires"Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown oldand they shut them, with tears, in a brilliant mausoleum, with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet --this is what desires resemble that have passedwithout fulfillment; without any of them having achieveda night of sensual delight, or a morning of brightness. Constantinos P. Cavafis
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 do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you,...
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Pablo Neruda
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
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Pablo Neruda
We love the things we love for what they are.
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Robert Frost
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhereI 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...
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E.e. Cummings
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
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Plato
He said he'd hurt himself against a wall or had fallen down. But there was probably some other reason for the wounded, the bandaged shoulder. With a rather abrupt gesture, reaching for a shelf to bring down some photographs he wanted to look at, the...
I have gazed so much on beautythat my eyes overflow with it.
Pray that the summer mornings are many when with such pleasure, with such joy you will enter ports seen for the first time