“But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.”
― Pablo Neruda
“I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn’t happen. Your letters got sadder. Your lovers betrayed you. Kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray.”
― Charles Bukowski, “Love is a Dog from Hell”
“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you’ll never meet them.”
― Charles Bukowski, Hot Water Music
Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers, I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your face, I no longer
Remember your hands; how did your lips
Feel on mine?
Because of you, I love the white statues
Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that
Have neither voice nor sight.
I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;
I have forgotten your eyes.
Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to
My vague memory of you. I live with pain
That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
Make to me an irreperable harm.
Your caresses enfold me, like climbing
Vines on melancholy walls.
I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to
Glimpse you in every window.
Because of you, the heady perfumes of
Summer pain me; because of you, I again
Seek out the signs that precipitate desires:
Shooting stars, falling objects.
— Pablo Neruda.
From the book “Passions and Impressions”
© 1978 by the Estate of Pablo Neruda. Translation by Margaret Sayers Peden. © Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, Inc.
“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
― Bob Marley
“A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself- and especially to feel, or not feel. Whatever you happen to be feeling at any moment is fine with them. That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is.
Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.”
– Jim Morrison
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
– “The Sandman”, Neil Gaiman
In my most private moments and during my sacred rituals, you are there with me. You are there in my happiness, in my pain, in my wishes and in all the things I could think of. You are the one who lulls me to sleep every night, and you are the one who wakes me up every morning.
The closer I’m coming to you, the farther I am leaving everything else behind. I do not need the people and the memories of the past. I was hurt, I had cried and suffered, I have spent sleepless nights and painful days, but still I kept on looking for you in everyone, believing that one day I will find you. The one who understands, the one who feels you and becomes the part of your body and soul.
Like a drop losing its separate existence after mingling with sea, I am beginning to lose the part of my self and ego, and becoming more like a part of your existence.
It is only you… It is only you…
And if it’s really you, then I know you feel it too.
I tried binding others by the chains of what I can now call so-called promises, future dreams, and impracticable but emotional commitments. I somehow believed that this was the way these things should go. It took some time for me to realise that even if that’s the way things usually go around, this thing won’t work for me. I must do what I ought to do. Having something “Red” in front of my eyes and making myself believe that it is actually my favourite “Blue” is more like a deception. Reality doesn’t hurt, it’s the unreal that hurts, we just need to understand and face it. Everyone has their own limits to love and understand anyone else, then why force anyone to love you the way they cannot understand?
I no longer believe in binding anyone in these kinds of chains. Love gives you Freedom, and Trust defines Freedom. While the unfulfilled promises hurt you and the idealism shatters you, Love keeps you happy and Trust keeps you satisfied. Each moment of your life becomes a wonderful experience…
You are free, like air around me…
This is the Trust I experience with you…
In our society, we’ve become myopic and obsessive about one particular kind of love: dyadic love, which takes the form of romance, sex and marriage. As a result we end up asking all the wrong questions. Books about relationships talk about how to “get” the love you need, how to “keep” love and so on. But the right question to ask is “How do I become a more loving human being?”
– Sam Keen, American author, professor and philosopher
When I first communicated with you, it was very comfortable. I felt that this is the person who can understand my thoughts and speak in the same language. Talking about all that idealism and love and mysticism with you, that was too good. And then you wished that conversation never end. I wished the same.
It was good to find someone who has time to talk about the concept of Love, God, Creation, and so much more. A person who has more things to talk about rather than just careers, women and commercial songs. I started believing in everything you said. I never thought they are only words. I found peace and light in your words, and I told you that. It’s correct, as you said, that I also know so many things, but still, I’m not perfect. In your presence I learned many things. I learned that these things are real, the love Rumi talked about is not just words, but that is Real.
Then, you said I’m one of those people who have the key to your heart– I was surprised by this statement. I started feeling myself even closer to you. You asked me to come with you, fly with you, be you, be one… I trusted your words… I fell in love with your inner Self…
Those few days during which we communicated, were the days I remained intoxicated in you…
I’m all full of scars. I told you I’m brokenhearted and I’m fed up of this world full of lies. I told you I’m weak and I want to fly, but my wings are broken. I am a weary and tired traveller, who came to your door for help, because fate sent me to you. I am a bird, who cannot fly because its wings are damaged. You picked me up from your door, told me that I can be all right. You will mend my wings, you will teach me how to fly and you will keep me with you. That made me confident and happy… And then last night you said you are not the person who can help me. Go back to the world who has broken your wings. Go back to the storms that are waiting for you. Survive or die, but I cannot help you because I’m not the one you are looking for. I’m sorry. And after that, you threw me away from your door…
For the first time in my life, I thought I’m closer to the truth…
I still believe it’s not an illusion…
I still love you…
I will always love you…
Oh, the way I look at you
With admiration and desire
You’re just too perfect
Like David of Michelangelo
Carved in white marble.
I will worship you
’till I become marble.
Love is like water…
It takes the shape of the container that holds it.
And the container is your heart.
If someone takes love as a question, it becomes a question,
And if someone takes love as an answer, it becomes the answer.
If someone takes love as a dirty thing, it appears as a sin,
And if someone takes love as worship, it becomes God.