Take me to you, imprison me, for I, except you enthrall me, never shall be free, nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
John Donne (1572-1632) English poet.
Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.
George Eliot (1819-1880) British writer.
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
Cesare Pavese (1908-1950) Italian poet, critic, novelist, and translator.
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) British poet and playwright.