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Departe mergi iarãsi singur si cu inima foarte grea ma despart de tine. N-or sa mai fie sãruturi si mângâieri tandre pentru multa vreme, as vrea sa ma ascund la pieptul tau, sa te tin strans in bratele mele, sa te fac sa simti dragostea mea intensa Tu esti iubirea vietii mele, si despartirea de tine imi chinuie inima cumplit. Adio ingerul meu, sotul inimii mele, imi invidiez florile care te vor insotii. Te apas strans la sanul meu, si-ti sarut toate partile dulci cu dragoste tandra. Dumnezeu sa te binecuvanteze si sa te ocroteasca, sa te fereasca de tot raul, sa te indrume cu fermitate in siguranta in urmatorul an . Fie ca el sa-ti ofere gloria si pacea statornica, si rasplata pentru toate costurile acestui razboi. Imi apas usor buzele mele de ale tale si incerc sa uit totul – privesc cu drag in ochii tai minunati, ma asez pe pieptul tau minunat si-mi odihnesc capul obosit pe el. In aceasta dimineata am incercat sa-mi adun curajul si puterea pentru despartirea ce va urma. Adio scumpul meu, pasarea dragostei, Huzy al meu, jumatatea mea… 2. A fi indragostit de cineva inseamna mult mai mult decat a fi stapanit de un sentiment coplesitor - inseamna a lua o hotarare, a face o judecata, a te angaja printr.o promisiune. Daca dragostea ar fi doar un sentiment nestatornic n.ar exista nici o baza pentru fagaduinta de a iubi pe cineva pe toata durata vietii. Sentimentele vin si se duc. Cum as putea promite statornicie daca m.as baza numai pe ele, fara sa ma biziuesc pe judecata mintii si pe vointa caracterului? Erich Fromm (1900-1960) 3. to Wife From James Joyce You are my only love. You have me completely in your power. I know and feel that if I am to write anything fine and noble in the future I shall do so only by listening at the doors of your heart. I would like to go through life side by side with you, telling you more and more until we grew to be one being together until the hour should come for us to die. 4. I love you as one should, to excess, with folly, delight and despair ... But, my friend, I do something better than to love I know how to suffer. From Julie de L'Espinasse to Comte de Guilbert 5. November 2, 1856 I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that
should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new. I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads with an affection heightened and improved by time. As for my heart. and caught in a thousand spiders' threads. Yesterday. "Come. You have devoured everything. French writer. as I did yesterday. what is to become of me. It is there before me. I whirl round in a delicious dream in which in one instant I live a thousand years. I have a delicious sense of you there.very much so. What a horrible situation! Overcome with love. . Beauty one could get to know and fall in love with in one hour and cease to love it as speedily. O. I grasp you. I caress you. you did not know it. My Dearest Friend. feeling love in every pore. astonishingly beautiful. I am nearly mad about you. I am going there!" Then I sit down again. Count Leo Tolstoy. I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence. this morning. living only for love.your heart.which is eternal and ever precious . and seeing oneself consumed by griefs... my darling Eva. a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me. I have never before been like that. Believe me. There is a frightful conflict. and. if you have deprived me of my reason? This is a monomania which. your soul. But my God. Russian writer. I can no longer think of anything but you. his fiance. This is not life. 7. during the whole evening. even love. leaves not the smallest space unoccupied. I see you. and the absolute power you have obtained over it. my imagination carries me to you. nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the . 6. I picked up your card. with an indescribable pleasure. to Evelina Hanska. terrifies me. I feel foolish and happy as soon as I think of you. moved by the sense of my obligations. to Valeria Arsenev. nothing on earth is given without labour. In spite of myself. as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them. there you will always be . I kiss you. but the soul one must learn to know. My beloved angel. June 1836. and I talk to you as if you were there. a Polish countess. I said to myself "she is mine!" Ah! The angels are not as happy in Paradise as I was yesterday! Honore de Balzac. the most beautiful and natural of feelings. I rise up every moment saying to myself. beautiful. The early possession you obtained there.
not theirs. December 1795 I wake filled with thoughts of you. . begins on earth and continues forever in heaven.. but perhaps it can only love another angel. true love. have finally found each other . 1782 8. He became the second president of the United States. 10... Written December 23. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. I could do nothing. fiery and pure as they themselves are. I think I will go to bed. Your soul is made to love with the purity and passion of angels.' I offended two men today by leaving them coolly. I came in at half past eleven. a religion.. incomparable Josephine.dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart. I have been a half-hour writing this thing. because I don't know what to sign myself. by Victor Hugo To Adele Foucher My dearest. I wanted to hear your voice. suspicious nature. I hear nothing but your voice. When two souls. in which case I must tremble with apprehension. and for which the greatest sacrifices are the sweetest delights. Will you write something to me? I hope you will. Abigail Adams to John Adams. Since then I have been sitting in an easy chair like a fool. by Napolean Bonaparte Paris.a union. 9. This union is love. what a . When I am with you I leave aside my contemptuous.. 1904 My dear Nora. whose life comes from devotion and passion.. This is the love which you inspire in me. which have sought each other for.. Sweet. It has just struck me. however long in the throng. How am I to sign myself? I won't sign anything at all.. I am like a fool hearing you call me 'Dear. her husband. I wish I felt your head on my shoulder. James Joyce 15 August. which deifies the loved one.
only treasure.what a useless waste of time.cheer up -.remain my true. a thousand kisses. by Ludwig van Beethoven july 6.. for they set my blood on fire. it was very fruitful in memorable and interesting encounters. the gods must send us the rest that which shall be best for us. My heart is full of many things to say to you . All of these women are known to . If we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I! Now a quick change to things internal from things external. Teplitz. from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives! You are leaving at noon. But the summer of 1812 is also important because it was the time when Beethoven wrote a set of mysterious letters that created numerous commentaries and assumptions among Beethoven scholars. there are a number of preferred candidates for the Immortal Beloved title. and you with me. advised by his physician. my all as I am yours. Beethoven's Immortal Beloved Letters The Origin of the Letters In the summer of 1812. I not wholly thine? Oh. 11.that it is with me so far as you are concerned. One of those encounters was the one between Beethoven and German poet Johann von Goethe. 1806 My angel.there are moments when I feel that speech is nothing after all -.can our love endure except through sacrifices -. Until then.Ah! -. yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me. and there can be no rest for you lover. Even though the summer spent here didn’t have any positive influences on his state of health. Why this deep sorrow where necessity speaks -. my very self -. I shall see you in three hours.if our hearts were always close together I would make none of the kind. God! look out into the beauties of nature and comfort yourself with that which must be -. but give me none in return.. We shall surely see each other.can you change it that you are not wholly mine. The letters are known as “The Immortal Beloved Letters” While there are no certainties regarding the subject.except through not demanding everything -. I cannot communicate to you the observations I have made during the last few days touching my own life -.only a few words today and at that with your pencil -not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon -.strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried?. My soul aches with sorrow. my all. mio dolce amor.These are Giulieta Guicciardi. moreover. but is there still more in store for me when. I draw from your lips. Beethoven goes to the Czech resort.love demands everything and that very justly -. Thereza von Brunswick. Amalia Seebald and Antonie Brentano.
if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I . my only treasure. The gods must send us the rest. The letters were found in his effects after his death. but that only made me the more eager . what for us must and shall be Your faithful LUDWIG Evening.and when I consider myself in relation to the universe.Now a quick change to things internal from things external. now and then joyfully.whom we call the greatest . . I not wholly thine .I can live only .Cheer up . and to your with me. wherever I am.there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all .the only days on which the mail-coach goes from here to K.have been the object of Beethoven’s affection at one time or another. my very self . moreover. The coach must needs break down on the wretched road. I would have none of these. my Immortal Beloved.pursued by the goodness of mankind hither and thither .Ah. Lacking horses the post-coach chose another route.I will arrange it with you and me that I can live with you. my thoughts go out to you.and yet . a bottomless mud road. July 6 You are suffering. but what an awful one. What a life!!! thus!!! without you .Love demands everything and that very justly . Monday. We shall surely see each other soon.Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks . Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road.Oh God . I was made fearful of a forest.it pains me . look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be .Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon . had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four Yet I got some pleasure out of it. today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life .so near! so far! Is not our love truly a heavenly structure. recent research has lead to the conclusion that the immortal beloved is almost certaintly the last of the candidates presented above.remain my true. traveling the usual road here. Esterhazy.and I was wrong. there you are also . through not demanding everything from one another.You are suffering . what am I and what is He .As I am taking the baths I must go to bed . at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night.I weep when I reflect that you will probably not receive the first report from me until Saturday .thus it is to me with you. Antonie Brentano. my dearest creature . my all. I did not reach here until 4 o'clock yesterday morning.Humility of man towards man . The Letters July 6.Oh God. My heart is full of so many things to say to you . then sadly.If our hearts were always close together. can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine.I love you more .only now have I learned that letters must be posted very early in the morning on Mondays to Thursdays . my all as I am yours. and also as firm as the vault of heaven? Good morning. waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us .Much as you love me .My journey was a fearful one.herein lies the divine in man . as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties .But do not ever conceal yourself from me .ah . in the morning My angel.Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) .good night . But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you.which I as little want to deserve as I deserve it . However.what a useless waste of time .can our love endure except through sacrifices. on July 7 Though still in bed.
never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved. Oh continue to love me .At my age I nedd a steady. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life .yesterday . and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits . unhappily it must be so .You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you.love me . only by a clam consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together Be calm . quiet life .wholly with you or not at all . ever thine ever mine ever ours .can that be so in our connection? My angel.what tearful longings for you .never .you .you .Be calm.Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men .my all . No one else can ever possess my heart .Yes.never .today .Oh God. why must one be parted from one whom one so loves.my life .Yes.farewell. I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you. I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once .
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