dangerousbeans - Feed http://quotationsbook.com/ Quotations Book Search <![CDATA[The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24506/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24506/ <![CDATA[We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24541/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24541/ <![CDATA[What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24350/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/24350/ <![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[And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/13724/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/13724/ <![CDATA[No one is more profoundly sad as one who laughs too much.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/22529/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/22529/ <![CDATA[In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/17985/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/17985/ <![CDATA[But, truly, I have wept too much! The Dawns are heartbreaking. Every moon is atrocious and every sun bitter.]]> http://quotationsbook.com/quote/36922/ http://quotationsbook.com/quote/36922/