#sonnet

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love #permanence #sonnet- #life

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#sonnet #love

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love

O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! ...Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so? If it be not, then love doth well denote Love's eye is not so true as all men's 'No.' How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true, That is so vex'd with watching and with tears? No marvel then, though I mistake my view; The sun itself sees not till heaven clears. O cunning Love! with tears thou keep'st me blind, Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find. - Shakespeare's Sonnet 148 ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love

Leon Theremin's original designs are elegant, ingenious and effective. As electronics goes, the theremin is very simple. But there are so many subtleties hidden in the details of the design. It's like a great sonnet, or a painting, or a speech, that is perfectly done on more than one level. ↗

— Robert Moog

#designs #details #done #effective #electronics

I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet. ↗

— Austin Dobson

#intended #ode #sonnet #turned

Sonnets are guys writing in English, imitating an Italian song form. It was a form definitely sung as often as it was recited. ↗

— Steve Earle

#english #form #guys #imitating #italian

Sonnet XVII I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#love

Sweetheart, darling, dearest, it was funny to think that these endearments, which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books, now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other. They were words only the heart could hear and understand, words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#falling-in-love #feelings #heart #love #love-at-first-sight

I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#light