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  • #1
    Pablo Neruda
    “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
    in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #2
    Suzanne Collins
    “You love me. Real or not real?"
    I tell him, "Real.”
    Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

  • #3
    Nicholas Sparks
    “You are, and always have been, my dream.”
    Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

  • #4
    Oriah Mountain Dreamer
    “It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
    It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
    It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
    I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
    It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
    I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
    I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
    It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
    It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
    It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
    I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.”
    Oriah Mountain Dreamer

  • #5
    Anaïs Nin
    “You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you; I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, it must be because we shared, at some moment, the same imaginings, the same madness, the same stage.”
    Anais Nin

  • #6
    Alice Hoffman
    “You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears? Where do you go- into pieces, into atoms, into the arms of another man? You go shopping, you cook dinner, you work odd hours, you make love to someone else on June nights. But you're not really there, you're someplace else where there is blue sky and a road you don't recognize. If you squint your eyes, you think you see him, in the shadows, beyond the trees. You always imagine that you see him, but he's never there. It's only his spirit, that's what's there beneath the bed when you kiss your husband, there when you send your daughter off to school. It's in your coffee cup, your bathwater, your tears. Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until he's done.”
    Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth

  • #7
    Anaïs Nin
    “You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.”
    Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

  • #8
    Anaïs Nin
    “The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.”
    Anais Nin

  • #9
    Anaïs Nin
    “Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.”
    Anaïs Nin, HENRY AND JUNE

  • #10
    Anaïs Nin
    “We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”
    anaïs nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 7: 1966-1974

  • #11
    Anaïs Nin
    “To think of him in the middle of the day lifts me out of ordinary living.”
    Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

  • #12
    Anaïs Nin
    “He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear and doubt. The fall was greater than she had ever known, because she had ventured so far into emotion and had abandoned herself to it.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #13
    Anaïs Nin
    “In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people, then you have to be separated from them, and that hurts too much.”
    Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

  • #14
    Anaïs Nin
    “It takes courage to push yourself to places you have never been before... to test yout limits... to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to stay tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossum.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #15
    Anaïs Nin
    “When does real love begin?

    At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines, perfumes; then spasm and honey, fever, fatigue, warmth, currents of liquid fire, feast and orgies; then dreams, visions, candlelight, flowers, pictures; then images out of the past, fairy tales, stories, then pages out of a book, a poem; then laughter, then chastity.

    At what moment does the knife wound sink so deep that the flesh begins to weep with love?

    At first power, power, then the wound, and love, and love and fears, and the loss of the self, and the gift, and slavery. At first I ruled, loved less; then more, then slavery. Slavery to his image, his odor, the craving, the hunger, the thirst, the obsession.”
    Anaïs Nin, Fire: From A Journal of Love - The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin

  • #16
    Anaïs Nin
    “I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.”
    Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

  • #17
    Anaïs Nin
    “You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, & you believe you are living.”
    Anaïs Nin

  • #18
    Anaïs Nin
    “I see enormous loves growing immense and finally crushing me.”
    Anais Nin

  • #19
    Pablo Neruda
    “I want
    To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
    Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

  • #20
    Pablo Neruda
    “Sonnet XVII

    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

  • #21
    Pablo Neruda
    “But I love your feet
    only because they walked
    upon the earth and upon
    the wind and upon the waters,
    until they found me.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #22
    Pablo Neruda
    “so I wait for you like a lonely house
    till you will see me again and live in me.
    Till then my windows ache.”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #23
    Pablo Neruda
    “Well, now
    If little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you
    Little by little
    If suddenly you forget me
    Do not look for me
    For I shall already have forgotten you

    If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
    And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
    Remember
    That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
    And my roots will set off to seek another land”
    Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems

  • #24
    Pablo Neruda
    “If You Forget Me

    I want you to know
    one thing.

    You know how this is:
    if I look
    at the crystal moon, at the red branch
    of the slow autumn at my window,
    if I touch
    near the fire
    the impalpable ash
    or the wrinkled body of the log,
    everything carries me to you,
    as if everything that exists,
    aromas, light, metals,
    were little boats
    that sail
    toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

    Well, now,
    if little by little you stop loving me
    I shall stop loving you little by little.

    If suddenly
    you forget me
    do not look for me,
    for I shall already have forgotten you.

    If you think it long and mad,
    the wind of banners
    that passes through my life,
    and you decide
    to leave me at the shore
    of the heart where I have roots,
    remember
    that on that day,
    at that hour,
    I shall lift my arms
    and my roots will set off
    to seek another land.

    But
    if each day,
    each hour,
    you feel that you are destined for me
    with implacable sweetness,
    if each day a flower
    climbs up to your lips to seek me,
    ah my love, ah my own,
    in me all that fire is repeated,
    in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
    my love feeds on your love, beloved,
    and as long as you live it will be in your arms
    without leaving mine.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #25
    Pablo Neruda
    “We the mortals touch the metals,
    the wind, the ocean shores, the stones,
    knowing they will go on, inert or burning,
    and I was discovering, naming all the these things:
    it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.”
    Pablo Neruda, Still Another Day

  • #26
    Pablo Neruda
    “Love.

    Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
    Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.
    I have forgotten your face, I no longer
    Remember your hands; how did your lips
    Feel on mine?

    Because of you, I love the white statues
    Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
    Have neither voice nor sight.

    I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
    I have forgotten your eyes.

    Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
    My vague memory of you. I live with pain
    That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
    Make to me an irreperable harm.

    Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
    Vines on melancholy walls.

    I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
    Glimpse you in every window.

    Because of you, the heady perfumes of
    Summer pain me; because of you, I again
    Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
    Shooting stars, falling objects.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #27
    Pablo Neruda
    “And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #28
    Pablo Neruda
    “Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
    it's only because in my dream I'm a lost child

    hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands....”
    Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

  • #29
    Pablo Neruda
    “While I'm writing, I'm far away;
    and when I come back, I've gone.”
    Pablo Neruda

  • #30
    Nicholas Sparks
    “The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...”
    Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight



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