„Loves that are lost ere they come to birth,
Weeds of the wave, without fruit upon earth.
I lose what I long for, save what I can,
My love, my love, and no love for me!“
— Algernon Charles Swinburne, Poems and Ballads
Poems and Ballads (1866-89), The Triumph of Time, Context: The loves and hours of the life of a man, They are swift and sad, being born of the sea. Hours that rejoice and regret for a span, Born with a man's breath, mortal as he; Loves that are lost ere they come to birth, Weeds of the wave, without fruit upon earth. I lose what I long for, save what I can, My love, my love, and no love for me!
„It is necessary that I climb very high because of my love for you, and upon the heights there is silence.“
— James Branch Cabell American author 1879 - 1958
The Certain Hour (1916), Context: It spurred me to such action as I took, — but it has robbed me of sugared eloquence, it has left me chary of speech. It is necessary that I climb very high because of my love for you, and upon the heights there is silence. "Auctorial Induction"
„My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?“
— James Joyce Irish novelist and poet 1882 - 1941
From the poem I Hear an Army http://www.bartleby.com/103/128.html
„The abolition of the evil is not impossible; it ought never therefore to be despaired of. Every plan should be adopted, every experiment tried, which may do something towards the ultimate object.“
— Thomas Jefferson 3rd President of the United States of America 1743 - 1826
1820s, Letter to Frances Wright (1825)
„Upon your shattered ruins where
This vine will flourish still, as rare,
As fresh, as fragrant as of old.
Love will not crumble.“
— Eleanor Farjeon English children's writer 1881 - 1965
Pan-Worship and Other Poems (1908), Time And Love
„It is a strange feeling — no hopelessness is in it, no despair. Content — that is it; and irresponsibility; but without licentious inclination. I speak now of my profoundest sense of being, not of an incidental feeling.“
— Herman Melville American novelist, short story writer, essayist, and poet 1819 - 1891
Context: In me divine magnanimities are spontaneous and instantaneous — catch them while you can. The world goes round, and the other side comes up. So now I can't write what I felt. But I felt pantheistic then—your heart beat in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God's. A sense of unspeakable security is in me this moment, on account of your having understood the book. I have written a wicked book, and feel spotless as the lamb. Ineffable socialities are in me. I would sit down and dine with you and all the Gods in old Rome's Pantheon. It is a strange feeling — no hopelessness is in it, no despair. Content — that is it; and irresponsibility; but without licentious inclination. I speak now of my profoundest sense of being, not of an incidental feeling. Letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne (July 1851); published in Memories of Hawthorne (1897) by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop, p. 157
— John Ruysbroeck Flemish mystic 1293 - 1381
"The Mirror of Eternal Salvation", as quoted in Ruysbroeck (1915) by Evelyn Underhill, p. 52
„Love is not to be reason'd down, or lost
In high ambition, and a thirst of greatness;
'Tis second life, it grows into the soul,
Warms every vein, and beats in every pulse.“
— Joseph Addison, livro Cato
Cato, A Tragedy (1713), Act I, scene i.
— Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass
„To describe my despair would be impossible. No words could tell it. I was buried alive, with the prospect before me of dying of hunger and thirst.“
— Jules Verne, livro A Journey to the Center of the Earth
Journey to the Center of the Earth (1864), Je ne puis peindre mon désespoir; nul mot de la langue humaine ne rendrait mes sentiments. J’étais enterré vif, avec la perspective de mourir dans les tortures de la faim et de la soif. Ch. XXVII: Lost in the bowels of the earth
„Tis strange with how much power and pride
The softness is of love allied;
How much of power to force the breast
To be in outward show at rest,—
How much of pride that never eye
May look upon its agony!
Ah! little will the lip reveal
Of all the burning heart can feel.“
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon English poet and novelist 1802 - 1838
The Troubadour (1825), Canto IV
„Now the quietude of earth
Nestles deep my heart within;
Friendships new and strange have birth
Since I left the city's din.“
— George William Russell Irish writer, editor, critic, poet, and artistic painter 1867 - 1935
The Nuts of Knowledge (1903)
— RJ Intindola (Gandolfo)