Love is what you've been through with somebody.
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Friday, February 16, 2024
Saturday, July 11, 2020
Men get very fond of the things they defend, especially when they find themselves defending something stupid.
Theodore Sturgeon in his wonderful short story, The Widget, The Wadget, and Boff
Theodore Sturgeon in his wonderful short story, The Widget, The Wadget, and Boff
Friday, March 29, 2019
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Ullrich told me about a small boy who was dying of neuroblastoma. “His mother made it very clear to him that she would see him again in Heaven someday. ... But he was worried about how he would find her. So they made a plan to meet in the front left corner of Heaven."
Jerome Groopman in The New Yorker, "Lives Less Ordinary" (January 20, 2014)
Jerome Groopman in The New Yorker, "Lives Less Ordinary" (January 20, 2014)
Monday, October 14, 2013
O place, O form,
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
To thy false seeming!
Blood, thou art blood.
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
How often dost thou with thy case, thy habit,
Wrench awe from fools, and tie the wiser souls
To thy false seeming!
Blood, thou art blood.
William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
Labels:
appearance,
humanity,
illusion,
love,
misery,
premonition,
Shakespeare,
sin,
wisdom
Saturday, August 03, 2013
Relationships were ... utterly mysterious, they took place between two subconscious minds, and whatever the surface trickle thought was going on could not be trusted to be right.
Kim Stanley Robinson, Red Mars
Kim Stanley Robinson, Red Mars
Labels:
awareness,
consciousness,
love,
relationships
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Te spectem, suprema mihi cum venerit hora,
Et teneam moriens deficiente manu.
(May I be looking at you when my last hour has come,
And dying may I hold you with my weakening hand.)
Tibullus
Et teneam moriens deficiente manu.
(May I be looking at you when my last hour has come,
And dying may I hold you with my weakening hand.)
Tibullus
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
Quiero hacer contigo
Lo que la primavera
Hace con los cerezos
Pablo Neruda, Poem 14 of the Twenty Poems of Love
Lo que la primavera
Hace con los cerezos
Pablo Neruda, Poem 14 of the Twenty Poems of Love
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 62
Thursday, August 18, 2011
How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,
That thou art then estranged from thyself?
Thyself I call it, being strange to me,
That, undividable, incorporate,
Am better than thy dear self's better part.
Ah, do not tear away thyself from me;
For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
And take unmingled thence that drop again
Without addition or diminishing,
As take from me thyself, and not me too.
William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors, Act 2, Scene 2
Sunday, February 21, 2010
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