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Quote:- Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example,'The night is shatteredand the blue stars shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my armsI kissed her again and again under the endless sky.She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep her.The night is shattered and she is not with me.This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.My sight searches for her as though to go to her.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The same night whitening the same trees.We, of that time, are no longer the same.I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.Because through nights like this one I held her in my armsmy sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.Though this be the last pain that she makes me sufferand these the last verses that I write for her.
Author:- Pablo Neruda
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Tonight I Can WriteTonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.What does it matter that my love could not keep her.The night is starry and she is not with me.This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.The same night whitening the same trees.We, of that time, are no longer the same.I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.Love is so short, forgetting is so long.Because through nights like this one I held her in my armsmy soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.Though this be the last pain that she makes me sufferand these the last verses that I write for her.
Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
Author:- Pablo Neruda
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Tonight I saw myself in the dark window asthe image of my father, whose lifewas spent like this,thinking of death, to the exclusionof other sensual matters,so in the end that lifewas easy to give up, sinceit contained nothing: evenmy mother's voice couldn't make himchange or turn backas he believedthat once you can't love another human beingyou have no place in the world.
Author:- Louise Glück
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Too hot is not good, too cold is still not good. Everything should be well balanced in life.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life,Love
Quote:- Too lazy to be ambitious,I let the world take care of itself.Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?Listening to the night rain on my roof,I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
Author:- Ryokan
Category:- poetry,philosophy
Quote:- Too many doubts grow in the cracks of silence and separation.
Eona: The Last Dragoneye
Author:- Alison Goodman
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Too many leaders with business acumen and not enough people acumen.
Author:- Janna cachola
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.
Author:- Les Brown
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living out fears.
Author:- Les Brown
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Too many people are too busy making a living to make a life.
Author:- Roy T. Bennett
Category:- Life,inspiration
Quote:- Too many people get credit for being good, when they are only being passive. They are too often praised for being broadminded when they are so broadminded they can never make up their minds about anything.
Author:- Fulton J. Sheen
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Too many people out there tell us what we can and cannot do but…they don’t know who we are, what’s put in us.
I'm Only Human After All
Author:- Alex Rogers
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- Too many poets act like a middle-aged mother trying to get her kids to eat too much cooked meat, and potatoes with drippings (tears). I don't give a damn whether they eat or not. Forced feeding leads to excessive thinness (effete). Nobody should experience anything they don't need to, if they don't need poetry bully for them. I like the movies too. And after all, only Whitman and Crane and Williams, of the American poets, are better than the movies.
Author:- Frank O'Hara
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Too much action with too little intent makes for wasteful exertion of energy and the confusion between movement and progress.
Life, the Truth, and Being Free
Author:- Steve Maraboli
Category:- motivational