#poe

Love is a fire that burns unseen, A wound that aches yet isn't felt, An always discontent contentment, A pain that rages without hurting, A longing for nothing but to long, A loneliness in the midst of people, A never feeling pleased when pleased, A passion that gains when lost in thought. ↗

— Luís Vaz de Camões

#love

He lived to near the things he loved to seem poetical. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#love #passion #poetry #love

History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you.” --from Past Present and Future are One ↗

— Aberjhani

#history #philosophy #poetry #spirituality #theories

Sabe Deus se te amei! sabem as noites Essa dor que alentei, que tu nutrias! Sabe este pobre coração que treme Que a esperança perdeu porque mentias! ↗

— Álvares de Azevedo

#lies #love #love

...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #moon #pines #poetry #snow

...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion... ↗

— John Geddes

#heart #poetry-quotes-love #risk #security #self-assurance

... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ... ↗

— John Geddes

#fire #jewelery #light #love #lover

Everything on earth has happened before, nothing is new, but woe to the lovers who fail to discover a fresh blossom in every future kiss. ↗

— Jaroslav Seifert

#love #poetry #love

Amor é um fogo que arde sem se ver, é ferida que dói, e não se sente; é um contentamento descontente, é dor que desatina sem doer. É um não querer mais que bem querer; é um andar solitário entre a gente; é nunca contentar se de contente; é um cuidar que ganha em se perder. É querer estar preso por vontade; é servir a quem vence, o vencedor; é ter com quem nos mata, lealdade. Mas como causar pode seu favor nos corações humanos amizade, se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor? ↗

— Luís Vaz de Camões

#poetry #love

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it. ↗

— Mahmoud Darwish

#poetry #love