Love, Romance and You Know What! Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes. Lord Byron The bright world dim, and everything beside Seemed like the fleeting image of a shade. Percy Bysshe Shelley a sight to make an old man young. Alfred, Lord Tennyson A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot, It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction, I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapour, All falls aside but myself and it, Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, And what was expected of heaven or feared of hell, are now consumed, Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, The response likewise ungovernable, Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, Love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching, Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, Quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice, Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn, Undulating into the willing and yielding day, Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-fleshed day. Walt Whitman - I Sing The Body Electric My thirst, my desire without end, my wavering road! Dark river beds down which the eternal thirst is flowing, And the fatigue is flowing, and the grief without shore. Pablo Neruda they remain beautiful and the snub recoils. Winston Churchill than the hundredth with a beauty. Pearl Buck Helena Rubinstein ugly woman -- nor altogether beautiful. Michel Equem de Montaigne Victor Hugo Helen gazing in her glass, framed by lecherous curtains, the enchanted bed, knew herself beautiful. Yet she felt life pass about her. Kathleen Spivack - Myth-making John Donne in every gesture dignity and love. John Milton It is like a bait that bobs without any hook. Kapito V. 67 Raphaella Fox beautiful at sixty, it will be your own soul's doing. Marie Stopes Through the low doorway of my tent; The tent is struck, the vision stays; I only know she came and went. James Russell Lowell - She Came and Went It doth so well become her: For every season she hath dressings fit, For winter, spring, and summer. No beauty she doth miss, When all her robes are on; But beauty's self she is, When all her robes are gone. Anonymous The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. William Blake - Marriage of Heaven and Hell the Creator for her. The sight of her lit within him the love of God. St John Climacus - Quoted in, The New Christian Year |