Famous Love Letters

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"I recognize you in all the beauty that surrounds me - in form, in colour, in perfume, in harmonious sound: all of these mean you to me. You are superior to all. I see and admire - you are all! You are not only the solar spectrum with seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illuminates, warms, and revivifies!"

December 31st, 1851

You have been wonderful, my Juliette, all through these dark and violent days. If I needed love, you brought it to me, bless you! When, in my hiding-places, always dangerous, after a night of waiting, I heard the key of my door trembling in your fingers, peril and darkness were no longer round me, what entered then was light! We must never forget those terrible, but so sweet, hours when you were close to me in the intervals of fighting. Let us remember all our lives that dark little room, the ancient hangings, the two armchairs, side by side, the meal we ate off the corner of the table, the cold chicken you had brought; our sweet converse, your caresses, your anxieties, your devotion. You were surprised to find me calm and serene. Do you know whence came both calmness and serenity? From you...

Juliette Drouet, (French actress) to Victor Hugo (French writer) (1835)

Have you really not noticed, then, that here of all places, in this private, personal solitude that surrounds me, I have turned to you?

All the memories of my youth speak to me as I walk, just as the sea shells crunch under my feet on the beach. The crash of every wave awakens far-distant reverberations within me. I hear the rumble of bygone days, and in my mind the whole endless series of old passions surges forward like the billows.

I remember my spasms, my sorrows, gusts of desire that whistled like wind in the rigging and vast vague longings that swirled in the dark like a flock of wild gulls in a storm cloud. On whom should I lean, if not on you?

My weary mind turns for refreshment to the thought of you as a dusty traveller might sink onto a soft and grassy bank.

from Gustave Faubert, (French writer) to Louise Colet (1853)

Astounding what I feel when you are not here -- become suddenly very severe -- don't care for Eating or sleeping but filled with lovely feelings and twice as sensitive to sounds lights colors etc. It's all a matter of magnetic forces -- Same things that keep the Earth Circling about the sun in constant rhythmical waves of attraction & repulsion making the Complete Harmony -- Wonderful.
Aren't we wonderful --

Love   Love   Love  Love   Love   Waves  love waves.

Isadora Duncan, American dancer to Gorden Craig (1905)

MY BELOVED ANGEL, I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them. I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you... I kiss you , I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me. As for my heart, there you will always be, very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there.

Honore' de Balzac, French writer, to Polish countess Evelina Hanska (1835)

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