Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
without the torch you lift in your hand
that others may not see as golden,
that perhaps no one believed blossomed
the glowing origin of the rose,
without, in the end, your being, your coming
suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life,
blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze:
and it follows that I am, because you are:
it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we:
and, because of love, you will, I will,
We will, come to be.
Pablo Neruda
12:07 am • 3 January 2012 • 8 notes • #black and white #film #morticia and gomez #photo #romance
“The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.”
— Milan Kundera
(Source: yesterday-to-tomorrow, via sophiestrand)
12:28 pm • 24 June 2011 • 14 notes • #quote #milan kundera #romance
Woke up to this today:
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
Rumi
(Source: goodtry-imagoodguy, via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
12:56 pm • 20 June 2011 • 881 notes • #poem #rumi #romance
I dreamt that I was typing you a letter. But all the keys were galaxies and I was sending you the universe.
(Source image courtesy of Kastle on Instagram)
12:41 pm • 31 May 2011 • 5 notes • #romance #kastle #photo #instagram #joyce su loves you #space #joyce su loves you thoughts
“But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”
— James Joyce
3:42 pm • 27 May 2011 • 1 note • #quote #romance
Bond of Union (1956). Two spirals merge and portray, on the left, the head of a woman and, on the right, that of a man. As an endless band, their foreheads intertwined, they form a double unity. The suggestion of space is magnified by spheres which float in front of, within and behind the hollow images.
Distinctly individual yet infinitely one.
6:12 pm • 23 May 2011 • 9 notes • #illustration #escher #black and white #romance #mobius strip #infinity
“
You are endless, gather me up as if you were
all solemnity, all nocturnal
like a zone, until you merge
with the lines of time.
Advance in sweetness, come to my side until the digital
leaves of the violins have become silent, until the moss
takes root in the thunder, until from the throbbing
of hand and hand the roots come down.
”
— Pablo Neruda
11:16 am • 11 May 2011 • 2 notes • #poem #romance #pablo neruda
