Love poems
Music, When Soft Voices Die
by Percy Bysshe Shelleyk
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken
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Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Citate de dragoste
- 'Love cures people, the ones who receive love and the ones who give it, too.'
~ Karl A Menninger - 'Love can be understood only from the inside, as a language can be understood only someone who speaks it, as a world can be understood only someone who lives in it.'
~ Robert C Solomon - 'The first duty of love is to listen.'
~ Paul Tillich