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You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.

William W. Purkey

Stichwörter: life inspirational love dance heaven hurt sing

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

William Blake

Stichwörter: love time

To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy one must love or love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.

Woody Allen

Stichwörter: love

If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.

Paulo Coelho

Stichwörter: pain love hope suffering waiting forgetting

Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.

Rumi

Stichwörter: love be-yourself self-actualization

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda

Stichwörter: love poetry

I dreamed I spoke in another's language,
I dreamed I lived in another's skin,
I dreamed I was my own beloved,
I dreamed I was a tiger's kin.

I dreamed that Eden lived inside me,
And when I breathed a garden came,
I dreamed I knew all of Creation,
I dreamed I knew the Creator's name.

I dreamed--and this dream was the finest--
That all I dreamed was real and true,
And we would live in joy forever,
You in me, and me in you.

Clive Barker

Stichwörter: inspirational love poetry

Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

Clive Barker

Stichwörter: inspirational art love sadness redemption

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

Stichwörter: love poetry self