“My own dear love, he is all my world – and I wish I’d never met him.”— Dorothy Parker, from The Complete Poems of D. P.; “Love Song,”
“My own dear love, he is all my world – and I wish I’d never met him.”— Dorothy Parker, from The Complete Poems of D. P.; “Love Song,”
“Yet it is true too that my love for you never died, it never got twisted and changed – I never got over you, though I certainly tried to,”— Iris Murdoch, from a letter to Michael Oakeshott written c. November 1958
“My bed is so cold without you in it. Tell me something so I can go to sleep.”— Chelsea Wolfe, from Unknown Rooms; “Hyper Oz,” released c. 2012
“I love you, I love you more than you can imagine, even supposing that you suppose infinity. Only I understand how I love you.”— Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo written c. October 1837
“You are my sunshine and my life. You are my love and my soul.”— Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo written c. August 1838
“You do not know, maybe, how much I love you.”— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell,” published c. 1921
“We can’t get away from one another. We always come together again.”— Vita Sackville-West, from The Selected Writings of V. S. W.; “Heritage,”
“Whatever may come, you are forever in all my life,”— María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. January 1959
“…the impossible happiness of loving you in silence.”— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: Poems; “Poems to Armando,”
“I know your strength of spirit. I want you to be with me,”— Dacia Maraini, from “Only Prostitutes Marry in May,” wr. c. August 1994
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“Because I love you. Because when I was very young, very foolish, and very much alone—you remember?—you paid attention to me and, without seeming to, you opened for me the door to everything I love in the world.”— Albert Camus, tr. by David Hapgood, from “The First Man,” c. 1994
“Your face consumes my dreams.”— Meleager, tr. by Peter Whigham, from The Greek Anthology; “Epigrams,”
