To hate is to acknowledge our ignorance about love.
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Quote:- To have a genuine relationship, you must first love yourself from within, and then you may find another that loves themselves the same. You don’t fall in love; you share the love.
Author:- Jon Luvelli
Category:- Love
Quote:- To have everything one wishes for never satisfies oneself - it is the thought of having just enough of everything that leads to happiness without having anything.
Profound Reverie
Author:- Laura Chouette
Category:- Life
Quote:- to have great pain is to have certainty; to hear that another person has pain is to have doubt.
The Body in Pain: The Making and Unmaking of the World
Author:- Elaine Scarry
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- To have ruined one's self over poetry is an honor
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Author:- Oscar Wilde
Category:- poetry
Quote:- To have swagger, your intention has to outweigh your fear.
Swagger: Unleash Everything You Are and Become Everything You Want
Author:- Leslie Ehm
Category:- motivational
Quote:- To have what you have never had, you have to do what you have never done.
The Light in the Heart
Author:- Roy T. Bennett
Category:- motivational,Life,inspiration,motivational
Quote:- To have what you have never had, you have to do what you have never done.
Author:- Roy Bennett
Category:- inspiration,Life
Quote:- To Have Without Holding:Learning to love differently is hard,love with the hands wide open, lovewith the doors banging on their hinges,the cupboard unlocked, the windroaring and whimpering in the roomsrustling the sheets and snapping the blindsthat thwack like rubber bandsin an open palm.It hurts to love wide openstretching the muscles that feelas if they are made of wet plaster,then of blunt knives, thenof sharp knives.It hurts to thwart the reflexesof grab, of clutch, to love and letgo again and again. It pesters to rememberthe lover who is not in the bed,to hold back what is owed to the workthat gutters like a candle in a cavewithout air, to love consciously,conscientiously, concretely, constructively.I can't do it, you say it's killingme, but you thrive, you glowon the street like a neon raspberry,You float and sail, a helium balloonbright bachelor's buttons blue and bobbingon the cold and hot winds of our breath,as we make and unmake in passionatediastole and systole the rhythmof our unbound bonding, to haveand not to hold, to lovewith minimized malice, hungerand anger moment by moment balanced.
Author:- Marge Piercy
Category:- poetry
Quote:- To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But of that invisible soul pervading reality. To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; To be a lantern in the darkness Or an umbrella in a stormy day; To feel much more than know. To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. To be a smile on the face of a woman And shine in her memory As a moment saved without planning.
Author:- Dejan Stojanovic
Category:- poetry
Quote:- To hear the phrase "our only hope" always makes one anxious, because it means that if the only hope doesn't work, there is nothing left.
The Blank Book
Author:- Lemony Snicket
Category:- hope
Quote:- To HelenI saw thee once-once only-years ago;I must not say how many-but not many.It was a july midnight; and from outA full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,With quietude, and sultriness, and slumberUpon the upturn'd faces of a thousandRoses that grew in an enchanted garden,Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe-Fell on the upturn'd faces of these rosesThat gave out, in return for the love-lightThier odorous souls in an ecstatic death-Fell on the upturn'd faces of these rosesThat smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted by thee, by the poetry of thy prescence.Clad all in white, upon a violet bank I saw thee half reclining; while the moonFell on the upturn'd faces of the rosesAnd on thine own, upturn'd-alas, in sorrow!Was it not Fate that, on this july midnight-Was it not Fate (whose name is also sorrow)That bade me pause before that garden-gate,To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?No footstep stirred; the hated world all slept,Save only thee and me. (Oh Heaven- oh, God! How my heart beats in coupling those two worlds!)Save only thee and me. I paused- I looked-And in an instant all things disappeared.(Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!)The pearly lustre of the moon went out;The mossy banks and the meandering paths,The happy flowers and the repining trees,Were seen no more: the very roses' odorsDied in the arms of the adoring airs.All- all expired save thee- save less than thou:Save only the divine light in thine eyes-Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.I saw but them- they were the world to me.I saw but them- saw only them for hours-Saw only them until the moon went down.What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwrittenUpon those crystalline, celestial spheres!How dark a woe! yet how sublime a hope!How silently serene a sea of pride!How daring an ambition!yet how deep-How fathomless a capacity for love!But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,Into western couch of thunder-cloud;And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing treesDidst glide away. Only thine eyes remained.They would not go- they never yet have gone.Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.They follow me- they lead me through the years.They are my ministers- yet I thier slaveThier office is to illumine and enkindle-My duty, to be saved by thier bright light,And purified in thier electric fire,And sanctified in thier Elysian fire.They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope),And are far up in heaven- the stars I kneel toIn the sad, silent watches of my night;While even in the meridian glare of dayI see them still- two sweetly scintillantVenuses, unextinguished by the sun!
Author:- Edgar Allen Poe
Category:- poetry
Quote:- To help and guide someone, you have to rise above their feelings or emotions. Otherwise, you can't help if you want to stay at the same level as them.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life,Love
Quote:- To hide feelings when you are near crying is the secret of dignity.
Author:- Dejan Stojanovic
Category:- best,poetry
Quote:- To His Coy MistressHad we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews. My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; Two hundred to adore each breast, But thirty thousand to the rest; An age at least to every part, And the last age should show your heart. For, lady, you deserve this state, Nor would I love at lower rate. But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long-preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust; The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapped power. Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life: Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.
The Complete Poems
Author:- Andrew Marvell
Category:- poetry,time
Quote:- To hope for nothing, to expect nothing, to demand nothing. This is analytical despair.
Suicide and the Soul
Author:- James Hillman
Category:- hope
Quote:- To hope under the most extreme circumstances is an act of defiance that permits a person to live his life on his own terms. It is part of the human spirit to endure and give a miracle a chance to happen.
Author:- Jerome Groopman MD
Category:- hope
Quote:- To HopeOh, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes!How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn!For me wilt thou renew the wither’d rose,And clear my painful path of pointed thorn?Ah come, sweet nymph! in smiles and softness drest,Like the young hours that lead the tender year,Enchantress! come, and charm my cares to rest:—Alas! the flatterer flies, and will not hear!A prey to fear, anxiety, and pain,Must I a sad existence still deplore?Lo!—the flowers fade, but all the thorns remain,'For me the vernal garland blooms no more.'Come then, 'pale Misery’s love!' be thou my cure,And I will bless thee, who, tho’ slow, art sure.
The Poems of Charlotte Smith
Author:- Charlotte Turner Smith
Category:- hope,poetry