Thrice happy she that is so well assured

Thrice happy she that is so well assured
Unto herself, and settled so in heart,
That neither will for better be allured,
Ne feared with worse to any chance to start;
But, like a steady ship, doth strongly part        
The raging waves, and keeps her course aright;
Ne aught for tempest doth from it depart,
Ne aught for fairer weather’s false delight.
Such self-assurance need not fear the spight
Of grudging foes, ne favour seek of friends:        
But, in the stay of her own steadfast might,
Neither to one herself nor other bends.
  Most happy she, that most assur’d doth rest;
  But he most happy, who such one loves best.

Edmund Spenser

It won't do

I know your name, 
I know your skin, 
I know the way 
These things begin

The Good-Morrow

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love, all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp north, without declining west?
Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

John Donne

“Amor y deseo son dos cosas diferentes; que no todo lo que se ama se desea, ni todo lo que se desea se ama.”

Miguel de Cervantes

I think about you

I oughta be sleepin'

"If you made her smile she would show you perfect little teeth; if you made her angry, she would not raise her voice, but would probably say one of the bitterest things you have ever tasted the flavour of; if you did her a kindness, she would never forget it."

George Elliot, Middlemarch

What I want, you've got

What I want, you've got 

And it might be hard to handle 

But like the flame that burns the candle 

The candle feeds the flame, yeah yeah

Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain

Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain,
Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies;
Without that modest softening that enhances
The downcast eye, repentant of the pain
That its mild light creates to heal again:
E’en then, elate, my spirit leaps, and prances,
E’en then my soul with exultation dances
For that to love, so long, I’ve dormant lain:
But when I see thee meek, and kind, and tender,
Heavens! how desperately do I adore
Thy winning graces;—to be thy defender
I hotly burn—to be a Calidore—
A very Red Cross Knight—a stout Leander—
Might I be loved by thee like these of yore.

Light feet, dark violet eyes, and parted hair;
Soft dimpled hands, white neck, and creamy breast,
Are things on which the dazzled senses rest
Till the fond, fixed eyes, forget they stare.
From such fine pictures, heavens! I cannot dare
To turn my admiration, though unpossess’d
They be of what is worthy,—though not drest
In lovely modesty, and virtues rare.
Yet these I leave as thoughtless as a lark;
These lures I straight forget—e’en ere I dine,
Or thrice my palate moisten: but when I mark
Such charms with mild intelligences shine,
My ear is open like a greedy shark,
To catch the tunings of a voice divine.

Ah! who can e’er forget so fair a being?
Who can forget her half retiring sweets?
God! she is like a milk-white lamb that bleats
For man’s protection. Surely the All-seeing,
Who joys to see us with his gifts agreeing,
Will never give him pinions, who intreats
Such innocence to ruin,—who vilely cheats
A dove-like bosom. In truth there is no freeing
One’s thoughts from such a beauty; when I hear
A lay that once I saw her hand awake,
Her form seems floating palpable, and near;
Had I e’er seen her from an arbour take
A dewy flower, oft would that hand appear,
And o’er my eyes the trembling moisture shake.

John Keats
(Some coincidences are dangerous)

Personality disorder (silver linings)

No silêncio dos olhos

Em que língua se diz, em que nação,
Em que outra humanidade se aprendeu
A palavra que ordene a confusão
Que neste remoinho se teceu?
Que murmúrio de vento, que dourados
Cantos de ave pousada em altos ramos
Dirão, em som, as coisas que, calados,
No silêncio dos olhos confessamos?

José Saramago, Os Poemas Possíveis

We're in the dark, it's getting late

Soneto à maneira de Camões

Esperança e desespero de alimento
Me servem neste dia em que te espero
E já não sei se quero ou se não quero
Tão longe de razões é meu tormento.

Mas como usar amor de entendimento?
Daquilo que te peço desespero
Ainda que mo dês - pois o que eu quero
Ninguém o dá senão por um momento.

Mas como és belo, amor, de não durares,
De ser tão breve e fundo o teu engano,
E de eu te possuir sem tu te dares.

Amor perfeito dado a um ser humano:
Também morre o florir de mil pomares
E se quebram as ondas no oceano.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do

On the art of flirting too

"I will not profess bravery [...] but I acknowledge a good deal of pleasure in fighting"

George Elliot (Mary Ann Evans), Middlemarch

Menina-mulher

Promise (Losing You Was)

Sometimes being open to new things, including new friends, brings a load of fresh relaxed coconuts into your life :) 

Mr. Anderson

Cold, cold heart

Quando eu partir

O mês passado fizeste anos, parabéns querido! Pergunto-me se encontraste esta casa, ou se alguém mais sabe que a procuravas.
Obrigada por me teres ensinado também a perda.

Love is a bitch

Venture into the unknown

"It takes a lot of courage to fight biases and oppressive regimes, but it takes even greater courage to admit ignorance and venture into the unknown. Secular education teaches us that if we don’t know something, we shouldn’t be afraid of acknowledging our ignorance and looking for new evidence. Even if we think we know something, we shouldn’t be afraid of doubting our opinions and checking ourselves again. Many people are afraid of the unknown, and want clear-cut answers for every question. Fear of the unknown can paralyse us more than any tyrant. People throughout history worried that unless we put all our faith in some set of absolute answers, human society will crumble. In fact, modern history has demonstrated that a society of courageous people willing to admit ignorance and raise difficult questions is usually not just more prosperous but also more peaceful than societies in which everyone must unquestioningly accept a single answer. People afraid of losing their truth tend to be more violent than people who are used to looking at the world from several different viewpoints. Questions you cannot answer are usually far better for you than answers you cannot question."

Yuval Harari,  21 Lessons for the 21st Century