Famous Love Letters

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"Dearest,-- I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you. You are a Poem. Of what sort, then? Epic? Mercy on me, no! A sonnet? No; for that is too labored and artificial. You are a sort of sweet, simple, gay, pathetic ballad, which Nature is singing, sometimes with tears, sometimes with smiles and sometimes with intermingled smiles and tears."

--Nathaniel Hawthorne to Sophia Hawthorne

For twenty-five years, George Bernard Shaw wrote hundreds of love letters to a woman he never met, Ellen Terry. His explanation:"only on paper has humanity yet achieved glory, beauty, truth, knowledge, virtue and abiding love."

"Ah! how happy I would be to walk and talk with you,in that little garden raised so daintily at the edge of the bridge....
For me, it is the most beautiful garden in Europe, meaning, of course, when you were there. There are instants I see again perfectly the least little objects which surround you; I look at the cushion bordered with a design in shape of black lace...and I count the points of it...What a power and what happiness there is in these returns to a past..."

--Honore de Balzac to Countess Hanska

"What a heavenly morning! All the bells are ringing; the sky is so golden...and before me lies your letter."

--Robert Schumann to Clara Schumann

Paris, December 1795

I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried? ... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for your lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, 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; I shall see you in three hours.

Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

Bonaparte

--Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine De Beauharnais

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