“There’s nothing in all the world I want but you and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I’d just hate to live a sordid, colorless existence because you’d soon love me less and less and I’d do anything — anything — to keep your heart for my own. I don’t want to live—I want to lov…”— Zelda Fitzgerald, amazon.com
“Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me. This is a little drunken, Anaïs. I am saying to myself "here is the firs…”— Henry Miller, amazon.com
“Anais, I only thought I loved you before; it was nothing like this certainty that's in me now. Was all this so wonderful only because it was brief and stolen? Were we acting for each other, to each other? Was I less I, or more I, and you less or more you? Is it madness to believe that this could go…”— Henry Miller, amazon.com
“Diego: Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. you are the mirror of the night. the violent flash of lightning. the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. my fingers touch your blood. All my joy…”— Frida Kahlo, amazon.ca
“I’ve been trying to bring back your face — to remember just how you look. Funny how even the dearest face will fade away in time. Most clearly I remember your eyes, with a kind of teasing smile in them, and the feeling of that soft spot just north-east of the corner of your mouth against my lips.”— Eleanor Roosevelt, amazon.com
“It was Hell leaving you today. God how I adore you and want you. You can’t know how much… Last night was perfection… I am so proud of you, my sweet, I revel in your beauty, your beauty of form and feature. I exult in my surrender today… Mitya, I miss you so — I don’t care what I say — I love belongi…”— Violet Keppel Trefusis, amazon.com
“I simply want to tell you that somehow I can’t imagine life without you… I love you, I want you, I need you unbearably… Your eyes — which shine so wonder-struck when, with your head thrown back, you tell something funny — your eyes, your voice, lips, your shoulders — so light, sunny… You came into m…”— Vladmir Nabokov, amazon.ca
“I won’t hide it: I’m so unused to being — well, understood, perhaps, — so unused to it, that in the very first minutes of our meeting I thought: this is a joke… But then… And there are things that are hard to talk about — you’ll rub off their marvelous pollen at the touch of a word… You are lovely.…”— Vladmir Nabokov, amazon.ca
“Write to me only once a week, so that your letter arrives on Sunday — for I cannot endure your daily letters, I am incapable of enduring them. For instance, I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belon…”— Franz Kafka, amazon.ca
“How was I able to live alone before, my little everything? Without you I lack self-confidence, passion for work, and enjoyment of life — in short, without you, my life is no life.”— Albert Einstein, amazon.ca
“I love her, always have, always will. I loved her when I saw her. There were the ‘rapid heart-beats’ and all. I sat and stared at her as I never sat and stared at anyone. I didn’t give one damn at first about talking. I didn’t know what I said or what she said… I don’t know what it is, or was to beg…”— James Thurber, amazon.ca
“I have loved in her the image of the beauty of the world, the mystery and beauty of life itself, the beauty and doom of the race of whom I am a child, the images of spiritual purity and pity which I believe in as a boy. Her soul! Her name! Her eyes! They seem to me like strange beautiful blue wild-f…”— James Joyce, amazon.ca
“My dearest Girl, I cannot exist without you — I am forgetful of every thing but seeing you again — my Life seems to stop there — I see no further. You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving—I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of soon seei…”— John Keats, amazon.com
“Do not forget me, and do not forget how much and how deeply I know that our love has become the blessing of my life. This knowledge cannot be shaken, not even today, when, as a way out of my restlessness, I have found a home and a sense of belonging with someone about whom you might understand it le…”— Hannah Arendt, amazon.ca
“Today is beautiful and I am dreaming of you and enigma and how we are together today: your words in my ears making me limp and taut by turns with delight. Oh, I am sure we could use each other today. I like to believe that you are writing my music now: god knows i’m not doing it, because it simply s…”— John Cage, amazon.com