christina_wilson - Feed http://quotationsbook.com/ Quotations Book Search <![CDATA[Love is lost in men's capricious minds, but in women s, it fills all the room it finds.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/26182/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/26182/ <![CDATA[<b>Saddest Poem</b> <br/><br/> I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. <br/> <br/> Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,<br/> and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." <br/> <br/> The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.<br/> <br/> I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.<br/> I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. <br/> <br/> On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. <br/> <br/> She loved me, sometimes I loved her.<br/> How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? <br/> <br/> I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.<br/> To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. <br/> <br/> To hear the immense night, more immense without her.<br/> And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. <br/> <br/> What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.<br/> The night is full of stars and she is not with me. <br/> <br/> That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.<br/> My soul is lost without her. <br/> <br/> As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.<br/> My heart searches for her and she is not with me. <br/> <br/> The same night that whitens the same trees.<br/> We, we who were, we are the same no longer. <br/> <br/> I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.<br/> My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. <br/> <br/> Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once<br/> belonged to my kisses.<br/> Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. <br/> <br/> I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.<br/> Love is so short and oblivion so long. <br/> <br/> Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,<br/> my soul is lost without her. <br/> <br/> Although this may be the last pain she causes me,<br/> and this may be the last poem I write for her.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/43064/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/43064/ <![CDATA[Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24626/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24626/ <![CDATA[Surely there must be some way to find a husband or, for that matter, merely an escort, without sacrificing one's privacy, self-respect, and interior decorating scheme. For example, men could be imported from the developing countries, many parts of which are suffering from a man excess, at least in relation to local food supply.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/33831/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/33831/ <![CDATA[Who we are never changes. Who we think we are does.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/5600/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/5600/ <![CDATA[All growth depends upon activity. There is no development physically or intellectually without effort, and effort means work.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/18042/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/18042/ <![CDATA[We grow because we struggle, we learn and overcome.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/18025/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/18025/ <![CDATA[Immature love says: I love you because I need you. Mature love says: I need you because I love you.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24545/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24545/ <![CDATA[Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/37893/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/37893/