Nusch Eluard & Rainer Maria Rilke

Dora Maar, 1935

 

Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses

 who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. 

Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, 

something helpless that wants our love.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Gilbert Garcin & Rumi

Photo by Gilbert Garcin



Your task is not to seek for love
 but merely to seek and find
all the barriers within yourself that
 you have built
 against it.

Rumi

Josef Sudek & Bertol Brecht

Photo by Josef Sudek



Weaknesses

You had none
I had one:
I loved.

Bertol Brecht

Carlos Pereira & Nina

Photo by Carlos Pereira



(...) But I' m a woman
Can't you see what I am
I live and breathe for you
What good does it do
If I ain't got you
(...)

To Love Somebody
Nina Simone

Julia Margaret Cameron & Lev Tolstoj

Photo by Julia Margaret Cameron,
The parting of Sir Lancelot and Queen Guinevere, 1874



I think...
if it is true that
there are
as many minds as there are heads,
then
there are
as many kinds of love
as there are hearts.

Lev Tolstoj
Anna Karenina

Jalali Bahman & Paul Anka

Photo by Jalali Bahman, Image of imagination



You caught me fooling around for sombody new
You caught me fooling around now I am losing you
'Cause you are a one man woman
You' re one man woman
You' re one man woman
But I am a two timing man.


Paul Anka
One man woman, one woman man

Alikhanzadeh Samira & Pablo Neruda

Photo by Alikhanzadeh Samira, Peace, 2013


I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.

That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me


The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.

Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me

Beatrice Helg & Rumi

Photo by Beatrice Helg, Geometrie 1, 1984





The cure for pain is in the pain.

Rumi 

Seth Miller & Jane Austen

Photo by Seth Miller, Woman with Umbrella, 2011

I could easily forgive his pride, 

if he had not 

mortified mine.

Jane Austen

Pride and Prejudice

Edouard Boubat & William W. Purkey

Photo by Edouard Boubat, Shooting the movie "En souriant à l'invisible", Paris, 1998





You've gotta dance
 like there's nobody watching,
love like you'll never be hurt,
sing like there's nobody listening,
and live like it's heaven on earth.

William W. Purkey

Federica de Ruvo & Pablo Neruda

Venus, photo by Federica de Ruvo, 2010



I love you
as
certain dark things
are to be loved,
in secret,
between the shadow
and the soul.

Pablo Neruda
100 Love Sonnets

Thanks to Federica de Ruvo. 

For more informations:

http://cargocollective.com/federicaderuvo/

Arno Rafael Minkinnen & Lord Byron

Photo by Arno Rafael Minkinnen, 2002, Freshwater Bay, Isle of Wright, England




In secret we met,
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears.

George Gordon Byron


www.arno-rafael-minkinnen.com

Brassai & J. de La Bruyere

Photo by Brassai, Couple d'amoreux, quartier Place d'Italie, 1932



Love begins with love.
Jean de La Bruyere

Vincent Descotils & Jacques Prévert

Sans titre, photo by Vincent Descotils

Les enfants qui s'aiment s'embrassent debout

Contre les portes de la nuit

Et les passants qui passent les désignent du doigt

Mais les enfants qui s'aiment

Ne sont là pour personne

Et c'est seulement leur ombre

Qui tremble dans la nuit

Excitant la rage des passants

Leur rage, leur mépris, leurs rires et leur envie

Les enfants qui s'aiment ne sont là pour personne

Ils sont ailleurs bien plus loin que la nuit

Bien plus haut que le jour

Dans l'éblouissante clarté de leur premier amour

Jacques Prévert

Siausiau Suzuki & John Keats "Bright Star"

Photo by Siausiau Suzuki



"Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors
No yet still stedfast, still unchangeble,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever - or else swoon to death".

John Keats



www.siausiausuzuki.co.uk 

Jim Long & Bertolt Brecht

Photo by Jim Long, Courtesy Wessel + O'Connor Fine Art, NY

War is like love: it always finds a way.

Bertolt Brecht 

Please, if you recognize the photo and the artist' name write me. I couldn't find it.
Thank you! Beatrice
Thanks to Jim Long, the artist, that wrote me! The photo was published in the catalogue for the exhibition at the Frankfurter Kunstverein, DAS BILD DES KORPERS.

Eikoh Hosoe & Victor Hugo

Photo by Heiko Hosoe "Barakei" (Killed by Roses, 1961)



Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

Victor Hugo

Robert Doisenau e "Le baiser de l'hotel de Ville"

Photo by  Robert Doisneau (14/4/1912-1/4/1994)


"The marvels of daily life are exciting; no movie director can arrange the unexpected that you find in the street".
Robert Doisneau 
"The Encyclopedia of Photography" (1984)

John Dugdale "The artist's mother" & Jean Paul Sartre

Photo by John Dugdale


Everything comes to us from others.
To be is to belong to someone.

Jean Paul Sartre

Jan Saudek "Deep Devotion" and Phil Donahue

Jan Saudek

"I have moved from certainty to doubt, from devotion to rebellion". 

Phil Donahue